In the second grade, I wrote the all important essay on what I wanted to be when I grew up. On a brown piece of wide lined paper, in pencil, I wrote: “When I grow up I want to be a hair stylist and make $25 a week. If that doesn’t work out I guess I’ll be a plain old mom.” Well, guess what? The hairstylist thing didn’t come to fruition and I turned out to be a plain old mom. Being a mom was always HUGE on my list of what I wanted to be. And I knew when I had kids, I wanted to stay home with them.…