My reset is old.  I decided as a young, stay-at-home mom that I wanted to be a reporter and got lucky enough to have the opportunity two decades ago.  But when I left my job in public relations to be a mom, people still used typewriters. I had to learn how to use a computer… daunting, scary even. I struggled with the re-entry and everything at first. I let my young children play with knives as long as they were quiet (not really, but kind of) while I interviewed Tommy Hilfiger by phone in my kitchen; ignored a soccer game or two (at a time when cell phones were the size of bricks) as I talked to Oscar de la Renta from the field. I brawled for years with the elaborate dance known as New York Fashion Week (fashion types, y’all know it) and how to get them to lacrosse, basketball, art and fed even. Thank God for my friends. Bottom line it was the everywoman seesaw: bad mom/good job – bad job/good mom… or a pretty good teeter. There were many times I didn’t think I could do it. Now my oldest is 30 (ouch), and my reset fits me just right… especially in my empty nest.