I’m the kind of mom who gives my son the last bite of my cupcake because he was looking longingly at it. This post contains affiliate links to products which may be purchased at external sites. I’m the kind of mom who stops what I’m doing to listen intently as he tells me about his next great idea, or Minecraft build, or plan of whatever sort it might be, because he is more important to me than whatever that thing was I was previously doing.  I’m the kind of mom who measures my son’s growth by how his hand fits in mind and realize there will come a day when…