When I was expecting my daughter, I read all the books. I attempted to follow them even when their advice didn’t seem to work. I chose to stay home most of those early years, sending my daughter to a co-op preschool so I could participate in her education. She eats mostly organic, non-GMO foods, her screen time is limited to around a half-hour a day, and at four years old, she is already learning to read.
Our house is by no means perfect, but few would argue that she isn’t a well-rounded, happy kid. More than anything, she knows she is very, very loved. That’s the point of motherhood, isn’t it? To raise happy, healthy, secure children?