A few years ago, I was enjoying some lighthearted conversations with a women acquaintances over dinner.  When we first sat down at the table, conversation was limited to business, musical events, and latest shopping sales. As we twirled the wine glasses and picked on soft, juicy kebabs, conversation shifted to children. One of the women was a blogger, like me, so I hung on to each word that she said ( For some reason,  I have this perception that people who blog are always more clear in their heads.) She had two daughters, one of whom had just entered her teens. Her pain was, therefore, the strongest and just waiting to flow in front…