I went on a field trip with the 5th grade the other day. We toured the Museum of Fine Arts. While a dozen boys were using the men's room, I waited and read some upcoming events. They show art house type films and one is called "Who Does She Think She Is?" the premise was listed as

"A woman still has to choose between what she loves and who she loves. What if she didn't?"

My son's teacher walked up behind me. We are pretty good friends and joke around a lot. I told her to read that and give me the answer to the question. She read it then looked at me with her brow furrowed, puzzled.

"She'd be a MAN." I answered, to which she burst out laughing and agreed.

I had my first child at age 22 and he is 22 now. I have been making the choice about who I love and what I love for a very long time. I couldn't take a demanding career. I already had one raising 3 boys. I couldn't take the job that involved travel. I was forced to travel to the pediatrician, the dentist and the grocery store.

My husband? When his job requires a trip to Singapore or London or wherever, there is no question about who will take care of the kids and the house. He just packs a bag and goes.

I have always envied his freedom. Though consciously, I knew I didn't really want it. I never wanted a nanny raising my kids. My husband has to ask me questions occasionally, like, "Does D like cheese on his burger?" I am proud that I know the answer. I also know that he wants the ketchup and mustard under the patty and the lettuce on top. And, yes, he likes cheese. Its a small thing and there is a lot more that goes into being a good mom, but it makes me realize I am really good at my job.

Happy Mother's Day to all this weekend.