Ultimately, I am lucky and grateful to have such an amazing mother who has taught me what it means to do my part to make the world a better place, even if it means sacrificing a bit of comfort and freedom.
As mothers we're responsible for scheduling appointments, social events, and homework. What's more, we're supposed to love every second of this. I'm going to tell you a little secret: It's okay not to.
My mother loved her chocolates. A box of Russell Stover was her favorite, though she'd never turn down a Whitman's Sampler. Anything better was just too good to be eaten and only meant to be admired and sniffed, like the cap from her Chanel No. 5.
Mother's Day is celebrated in most countries around the world -- mothers everywhere are honored for their central role in maintaining happy families and healthy societies. But in poor countries, Mother's Day is too often a sad time.
We as a culture have held fast to the idea that we need to protect the boundaries between male and female. This is wrong, and even dangerous. Instead, we need to be reframing the discussion, and asking: What makes a boy a boy?