I'm a mama and I'm getting older -- and my body has changed and I only manage to shower every other day (at best) and I don't wear makeup anymore so there's nothing to hide the dark circles under my eyes. Yet, I am getting more beautiful every day. I'm growing in true beauty, because I'm a mama and I'm getting older -- and I'm growing spiritually, growing in wisdom and love and strength and compassion, and that all shines out. And apparently that shines out most when it comes to three-to-five year old boys. I am the queen of their little hearts; they totally swoon for me.

On my 37th birthday, my son's friend, Alex, saw me coming to pick my son up from school and said, "Your mom's coming!" and then, to the teacher, "His mom is beautiful!" When I came in to the classroom, Alex wouldn't even say hi to me. He was too shy and awestruck at my great beauty. What a sweet birthday present!

Yesterday, I was wearing a new dress, and let me tell you, a three-year-old named Eric in my daughter's preschool class definitely noticed. "I like your dress," he said. He followed that up with, "You have nice hair." (Pretty smooth for a three-year-old!) He closed the deal by inviting me, not only over to his house to play with him, but also on his family's trip to Disney next month. Now who could resist that? Of course, soon Eric had invited the entire preschool class to come, but they weren't listening; the other boys were in another part of the classroom and the only three girls there at the time (my daughter among them) were all fighting over who got to sit on the letter "A" on the circle time rug. (That "A" is the prime spot for reasons known only to three-year-old girls.) And, hey, he didn't tell them they had nice hair and a nice dresses.

I told my husband that to hang on to me, he had better keep working his program and getting more beautiful too. In 20 years, these guys will be 23-25, while I will be a mere 57 and blindingly beautiful by then.