Yesterday, Olivia and I went to a birthday party in New York City. Before that, we went to gymnastics. Between all the travel and activities, we spent nearly the entire day together. Olivia has been, since she could form words, a constant talker. So a full day with her is like a month’s worth of conversations with your average friend.
There is a strong brand of media out there existing to prey on that parental anxiety. It makes us worry about things we do to varying degrees. I’ve made a joke in our family for every time we don’t follow the “best practices” of parenting to a T. I laugh and say “well, I guess she/he’s not getting into Harvard”.