My 16 year-old son (who turns 17 this June) had his school Prom on the Saturday before Mother’s Day. I don’t know what it was about these two events together, but it really brought home to me one of the mysteries of motherhood.
When I think about him, I tend to see something like this:
A sweet, dimpled boy happy to wear his Mickey Mouse ears and please his momma.
The reality is this: