BEcoming a mother slowly turns your judgement in to love, compassion and understanding, I am so grateful to the universe for allowing me to bring forth life;for I thought that in my youth I eradicated any hope of such blessings. Motherhood is a calling, (of course I have been tempted many times to ignore it) it is to me the beauty of my life. Mommying is what makes me beautifully crazy quirky and INSANE. I was blessed with a good one, I can only hope to be as great as she. On this night after a late day, I am renewed in the fresh face banter of my intelligent, handsome 17 year old; affectionately known as Boy3 or the Professor....well hold on he just answered wrong ( raises voice slightly, makes threat) Okay uhm yeah....Me&Boy3