This is my third Mother's Day, and I think I've finally figure out the kind of mom I am.
Sure, I see the merits of being an "attachment parent," Tiger Mom or even a Helicopter Mom, and I'm sure I integrate the best elements of clinging, pouncing and hovering.
But as a proud child of the '70s, I fancy myself being more of a "Millennium Falcon Mom."
While dads can debate when and how best to introduce their little Lukes and Leias to the "Star Wars" universe, I have been culling wisdom from that galaxy far, far away to inform my home planet.
As my husband and...