At 91, she is a phenomenon. When she is at home in Boca Raton, by 7:00 a.m. she is at the athletic center -- they never call it a gym in her gated community of Boca Pointe. Pointe spelled with an "e" at the end, don't forget it.
As she introduced me, I took a seat on the floor in the front of the room with my guitar. My son grabbed his guitar and sat down next to me, so close that our guitars banged into each other. I moved a couple of inches away from him to give myself some room, but he inched toward me.
Because breasts are normal. Because using breasts for breastfeeding is normal. Because stretch marks are normal. Because body fat is normal. Because lines are normal.
My sister (a mother of girls only) would marvel when my little boys would pick me flowers or caress my hair. They learn how to love women -- and how to be loved by women -- from you.
Most SAHM's have lives very different from those of the women depicted on The Real Housewives. The majority of SAHM's do not enjoy daily wine fueled lunch dates with friends or are SAHM's who indulge in weekly shopping sprees and spa treatments.
Imagine how much more we'd get out of our time here if we shifted our perspective now and then -- if we could turn our days into memories that cause our tired eyes to well with happy tears at the end, instead of sad.
Her approach -- the straight-up inquiry about my medical and reproductive history -- was jarring. For some reason, it gave me a burst of energy. OK, I thought, let's go there! "I did IVF," I said. "Are you considering fertility treatment?"