How do you mend a broken heart

Life is about changes. That part of life never changes. My role as a Mom is rapidly changing. I can no longer kiss the boo-boos away. I can't rush a child to the emergency room and have his broken heart bandaged or stitched.

I choke back the tears, put on my best Mom face, the one of courage and hope, and fix things the only way I know how. I made brownies. I don't know what else to do.