"You're leaving again Mom. You're never here," said my 11 year-old David, as I was walking out the door to the March of Dimes benefit that my friend Jane was emceeing. My hair was done, make-up on, clothing donned, but I asked anyway: "Do you want me to stay David?" "You won't Mom, so I won't ask." "Are you sure?" "Go mom." I got in the car, immediately called my husband who supplied characteristically good advice, "Trust your gut", I turned the car around. Walking in the door, changing into my pajamas, watching TV together, having David know that I'd put him first, and MY knowing that I'd put him first....Lovely Jane understood. Several weeks later, one of my mentors encouraged me to bring my children along as I 'dare to dream' and 'know my neighbor', or as my children call it 'dare to know your neighbor.' Because he gave me several pieces of advice, many of which I quite preferred, 'bring your children along', was noted, and forgotten. Until one of my girlfriends gave me the same advice.