My head is like a record. Spinning and spinning. At the quiet times when I'm zoning out, the record begins to play. Call me DJ Mama. Driving down the road. Quietness in the car. But not my head. The record spins. The tune reminds me that they're not so little. That the definition of myself as mother has changed. I'm not the stroller pushing, Cheerio toting mommy of years ago. Years ago. Is it really years ago? The role has changed but not the importance. Just keep feeling the beat.