When I first became a mother more than six years ago, I dreamed of what kind of mom I wanted to be. I wanted to be like my parents -- cool, yet firm and able to talk to their kids. But I wanted to be that and more. I was thrilled when I found out Jake and I were having twins, and doubly thrilled when I found out one of them was a girl. I couldn't wait to dress her up, fix her hair and paint her fingernails. But now I realize that was a 19-year-old mother's way of thinking. Now, at nearly 27 years-old, I realize that that phase of her life passed fairly quickly.
