When my oldest was born, I was determined to be the "perfect" mom. I really was confident that if I simply did everything "right", I could produce a child prodigy, no problem at all. He'd play multiple instruments! He would excel at every sport he tried! I'd be listening to him reading me chapter books at age 4! He'd nap like a champ and be sleeping through the night by 8 weeks! I had some grand plans about TV, too: he wouldn't watch it. Ever. Needless to say, the past 6 years
