For most of us the circle of life entails growing up, moving out and starting our lives separate from our parents. Many of us start families and we become the parents. Some of us at one point or another find ourselves caught in that place where you are needed as both the caregiver to your children and also to your parents. It is stressful. It is emotionally draining. It is a fact of life for so many of us. However, when that call comes, you know what you can do and what you need to do and you just do it.

Hazing is nothing new.  Mean girls are nothing new.  Movies about hazing can become cult classics. (Dazed and Confused, anyone?)  Movies about popular girls acting in horrific ways to other girls can make for box office blockbusters.

Teaching my children to walk was a piece of cake compared to teaching them to drive.  When they were small and toddling around, I knew that if they fell, they would land on their cushy rear-ends and be fine.  Sometimes a bump to the head would occur, but for the most part, they were safe.  Driving? That is an entirely different ball game.  A scarier game.

I have been writing my blog, Mommy Needs Coffee, since 2003.  When I started writing it my children were ten, seven and two.  (At least within months of those ages.

Sometimes when you are writing--whether it is a blog post, a book or just in your own personal journal-- you have to just throw things out there and see what sticks.  Today I am throwing this out there betting many of you can relate. Writing?  It is hard.