i'm always somewhere in between, "i've got this!" and having a running stack of 200 parenting books in my amazon cart. i want so much for him and worry about stifling his little soul.
once in a blue moon i am given a moment of clarity and perspective. where i stop beating myself up over all the GMO's he's likely consumed, and think to myself, "he's accepting, loving, and happy. that's what matters". watching his tiny hands, ever so gently, cup that toad...something so small, but it's everything to me.