The inside of my brain is bursting. I want to scream, but I know this is childish and pointless. I'm over 50 years old -- and I know better. But, I'm a mom and when I watch the aftermath of 20 children killed at Sandy Hook, the fibers on my neck burn and I feel the maternal desire to protect.
My Mom role has changed -- my boys are men and they have their own lives. On this trip, I learned that there is joy in being an observer, giving them space and in so doing, finding some great space of my own.
I get confused on Mother's Day. My first instinct is to be there for my Mom. A close second, if not a full tie, is that I want to be with my kids. Do I want to be the mother or the motheree? Whose day is it really?