Ever since my son was born, I've second-guessed everything I've done. Have I encouraged healthy sleep habits? Did I introduce solids too early? Should I have weaned him months ago? I suppose it's a direct result of all the magazines and internet sites I used to browse, and all the uber-opinionated babyologists who claim that if I didn't follow their child-rearing instructions exactly, my child would end up in juvie before he turned 10.
I've stopped turning to Google with every baby question I have, and instead rely on my own intuition, the advice of seasoned mothers I personally know, and (most importantly) what my husband and I know about our child. I still have my misgivings, and I doubt they'll ever fully go away.
So it was quite a treat when I found my son sitting on the floor, holding a book, pointing at the pictures, and saying the appropriate words. For the first time in motherhood, I can honestly say, "There! I did something right."