Being a mom at 40 means, for me anyway, that I have a grown child living on his own, not with me anymore. Sometimes this makes me sad, but most of the time, I'm very proud that I gave him whatever he needed to be able to leave home and be on his own. This photo is of my son, Ken, me, and his girlfriend, McKinsey last Christmas. Ken is now 21, and I am very proud to be his mom. He is a smart, funny (hilarious really), talented guy who will do great in life. He moved out almost two years ago, not too long after he graduated high school. He's in college and works at a restaurant here in town, so I get to go by occasionally and bother him about cooking. It is a bit scary that the same kid who couldn't (or didn't want to) make his own cheese sandwiches for years now cooks for people professionally. It's pretty funny. We went to eat there several weeks ago, and I ordered a ch