Somewhere between my first and second child I abandoned radical parenting and the world (or at least my kids) breathed a collective sigh of relief.
I was all up in my eldest's developmental biz from the time he was born. I was busy filling his days with tummy time, music time, reading time and tactile time. If it was suggested by Dr. Joe Blow, M.D., I made time. I cut off the pacifier and the bottle at precisely the "right" time. I didn't stop there either, I moved him to a big boy bed and began to potty train at the "right" time as well. Problem was, none of those things felt very right at the time.
For me, textbook parenting was gospel and ultimately, my greatest rookie mistake.
Even deep in the throes of my radical parental reign, hereby knows as "The Dark Ages", I knew there wasn't a "right" time for every child. Then again, logically knowing something and believing it are two entirely different things. I denied every