Doing this motherhood thing all wrong

I used to wonder how two siblings who grew up in the same household with the same parents could experience their childhood so differently … until I gave birth to my youngest son, Dominic. Although he joined our family only two and half years after my oldest was born, I was quickly struck by what a different mother I was to him. You see, with my first, I did everything “right.” I always dressed him in the cutest matching outfits.  I knew everything that happened to him.  I followed all of the advice from parenting books.  There was no...

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