There are many moments when I have no idea how I'm going to make it until their bedtime. The constant demands, the needs and the fighting are fingernails across the chalkboard every single day.

I think about the next female that might look over at him in a car. A faceless girlfriend. He is too adorable for words, with his dimples, endless brown eyes and that shaggy surfer hair that curls just right. He is no longer the fat baby who hated being in his car seat.

We give our children our roots to take hold, but they grow in their own direction. Because that's what parenthood is all about... teaching your child how to feel strongly about something, love something, have passion about it and celebrate it.

It doesn't matter if your boy is 4 or 14 or 24. Start now.

Being a mother is one of those jobs, much like being president or a rodeo clown, that you can't truly comprehend until you're in the midst of it.

I watched the woman at the airport security checkpoint as she silently counted my three sons with her eyes. I knew the question was coming.

Gone are the days when I was chasing my three active boys around the playground or wiping their chocolatey mouths. There are times when I long for the days when I could pick them up and kiss their pudgy cheeks. Yet, I've recently discovered that being a mom to teen boys has its benefits.

My girly daughter, previous lover of all things pink, ruffled, soft and sweet, had no girls, only boys. Two of them. Along with their dad, the household filled with wrestling, racing, truck and car and emergency vehicle driving, as well as the requisite sound effects for all of the above.

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I rest my head against his, clear my throat and begin singing, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..." He interrupts, "You don't have to do that anymore. I'm getting too old for that now."

Children are not miniature adults. The more we align our expectations with who they are, the less we will add our frustration to the mix.

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Both shirtless, we stood in front of the mirror, razors in hand. My son carefully mimicked my actions as we apply a thin sheen of Gillette's best before he hefted the razor suspiciously.

Never in a million years would I have sent him on his first solo walk in New York down to Avenue A and back, but as it turned out, he handled it.

Mommy is so sorry. I didn't know that two babies would be so hard. I didn't think I'd treat you any differently than your brother. And I didn't realize how quickly life would pile up and try to steal our special moments from the two of us.

It's less embarrassing to talk to a guy than your mom -- and it can be really helpful and reassuring to hear about someone's personal experience; to know that they've lived through what you're living through and understand how you feel.

The danger, the real danger, was never in food or movies or video games, and it was not in the people they would meet online.

We have already experienced the downsides of one potty for seven people -- like one desperate little fella trying to pee while his sister is sitting on the bowl. Really.

My 7-year-old son, Whit, held his hand over his chest. He closed his eyes, bending his blonde head slightly down, clearly paying attention to what he was feeling.

Upon hearing that our second child would be a boy, I walked out of the doctor's office, crossed 8th Avenue and stepped into a Mexican restaurant to drink something with tequila in it.

"You only snack when you're sad. But the thing is, you're not sad. You're happy," my son replied. "And you feel bad about it. Like you're hurting Dad or you don't deserve it or whatever. Well you're not, and you do. Capeesh?"

There are no lists of "Uncircumcised World Leaders" like there are "World Leaders who are Left-Handed." It's simply not talked about. But I think it should be.