Tipsy Tiaras

By Every Family's Got One Guest Writer -- Heather LeRoss Yesterday, I held my 5-foot 6-inch son as he sobbed. His “more man than boy” head burrowed into my shoulder, his long body curled into a ball as he moved to be closer to me. His sobs sounding like age... no longer little boy wails, tore into my heart, lodged there, and worked tirelessly to break me. He was hurting. He was scared. I was at a loss, no longer able to hold this young man and kiss away his pain. No longer able to dispel my “Mother’s Magic” [...]