There are certain images a mother can't ever forget. Like the time not long ago when I walked into the middle school after school to find my seventh grade son hunched over a sewing machine.
"Wow!" I said. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Shh!" he said. "I'm trying to make this hem straight!"
As if that wasn't shocking enough, a few minutes later Cole was at the ironing board, pressing the same pants.
Who knew? It had never occurred to me that he was capable of such a thing. I get nervous when he uses the waffle iron... [read on]