Motherhood has taught me that no one really knows what they’re doing. Our parents didn’t know. Your pediatrician doesn’t always know. The expert who wrote a book on the topic doesn’t know. All those other moms posting on the parenting forums? They definitely don’t know.
As much as you want someone to tell you what to do, to reassure you you’re doing this right, no one can tell you that for sure. I learned this quickly with my first child. My oldest was born without incident, but when we brought her home she wouldn’t eat. I took her to the pediatrician four times in her first two weeks. They thought she might have reflux. Then, they thought she might be allergic to something. For months, my mom insisted she was probably allergic to milk.
In retrospect, the itinerary for our New York City trip was too ambitious. It was my 8-year-old’s first trip to the city, and I’d spent months picking just the right places a young girl might love. First we’d put down her requests, which were just two: climb to the top of the Statue of Liberty and find Taylor Swift.
There’s nothing I love more than spending a weekend getting lost in Manhattan, shopping, eating and exploring. I wanted to share some of my NYC infatuation with my daughter. So I added: taking the elevator to the top of the Empire State Building, getting milkshakes at Shake Shack, seeing a Broadway show, checking out the three-story American Girl store, going to the Natural History Museum, exploring Central Park, experiencing Times Square, and eating a croissant for breakfast (she wanted to eat something fancy).