My older son turned 21 yesterday. I am not usually overtly inquisitive (read "nosey") to people who live around me. I usually wait until they are ready to talk about what they are thinking, and I have been particularly appreciated by men for this trait! My son’s 21st birthday, however, has been such a happy and exciting time for me, making me want to know what he’s thinking. I want to dive into his head and celebrate all the good thoughts that he is keeping in there. I guess I am looking for the hope and optimism that a 21-year old has about life. I know I should stop asking him what he is thinking, or I’d be a nosey smothering mother. So I stop.