Here comes an important self-admission: I have no kids.  I am not a Dandelion Mom. I am a single woman in the second half of my thirties who has devoted the better part of two decades to the work of women.  Specifically, how we relate to ourselves, our identity, our experiences of self and the roles we play, and our experiences of our spirits, our spiritualities, our personal growths and beliefs.  I am not a mom, no, not at all.  You’re right, I don’t get it. Yes, the difference between us is that for me, taking time for me, honoring something as decadent as me-time and personal growth…