Well, it's February now and birthday season has come and gone. I'm now the mother of a 9 year old and a 13 (what? yikes!) year old. I couldn't be prouder of them. They are so different from each other. Neither is perfect. But maybe we're doing some things right. Hopefully in the end, the right things will mostly outweigh the wrong. I look at young families with toddlers and I'm equal parts nostalgic and relieved. And mostly excited- excited to see who these two good, young people might become.