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She agreed. “I knew Mom was ancient when she was our age.” That night, as I tucked my eight-year-old son into bed, I asked him, “Do you think I’m old?” “Yes,” he said casually. “Because you yell.” My breath caught in my throat. “Oh . . . okay . . . well, get some sleep. I love you.” I kissed his forehead and hurried out of his room before the tears could fall. Oh, how they fell. I curled up in bed and sobbed. Then and there I declared myself Worst Mother of the Year. My ...