A story came to mind yesterday as I sat and reflected back over my years being a Mom and what it meant to me. When my youngest, Maura, was about 9 as we sat and ate Mother's Day dinner she proceeded to announce to me that she had been thinking about things and had decided she wanted to go live with her Dad. A little taken back and wanting to tear up and cry, I gained my composure and told her I wish she had picked some other day to spring this on me but if it was what she wanted I would agree. I told her to go call her Dad and I would start getting her things ready to go. I began packing for her, forcing a smile as I did it. After about an hour of my packing and her standing open mouthed, I asked her why she had not called her Dad. She began crying and saying Mama I don't want to go, I want to live with you. Why do kids do what they do! Happy Mothers Day one and all. You gotta love it!