To be his Mom was a gift from the beginning. To carry his beauty around with me for 9 months, whispering secrets, singing songs just for him, growing bigger everyday with excitement. He is my beautiful gift, that son of mine. Nothing from him has been easy. Life’s greatest growing vehicles never are. He has taught me to breathe deeply, and let go quickly. Lately I have had a hard time defining me. The business of being a business woman ended abruptly last year, as did the high-heels clacking through the kitchen each morning and the daily commute. My creative self has been drained or frozen mid creation to change a diaper or soothe the cries of my son. But on Sunday morning, I looked down at the masterpiece of Reese’s cups my husband had created. In one word there I was. Mom.