For almost 21 years I have had the title of "Mom." It’s an honor I always longed to have and one I rarely think I deserve. Now I look back on my life with my boys and I recognize the mistakes, find joy in the memories of young laughter, and long for them to be small again...just for a moment. I look at Sean now and see a young man standing before me. He no longer needs me to chase the boogie man away or kiss his scraped knee. He is all grown up and preparing for life on his own. I find myself wondering what my purpose is now that my child is grown. I know that I have purpose, and that I will always be a "Mom" no matter how old he gets, but this new chapter makes me feel a bit sad. I also know at almost 43 years old I still find myself calling my Father when I am scared or my Mother when I am sick. I hope they know I still need them and I hope that Sean knows I am always right here if he needs me.