“Look at that cornfield!” “See those bridges?” “Wow, look at that truck! That’s a poop-sucker!” This is traveling with my son – a three-year-old. Only, that’s not my son talking. That’s his daddy. And he has already discovered how to live in the moment. “What’s that, daddy?” asks my son.
When I was a new mom, I wanted to be perfect. I read all the right books, kept the house clean, the baby bathed and nutritious meals on the table. We had play dates, took “field trips” and I planned out crafts to do constantly. I laugh, looking back, because there are things I wish… →