When I found out, at age 23, that I was going to be a parent, I sat in the doctor’s office, wide-eyed and overcome with shock and terror.
My childhood had been hellish, and I feared that I didn’t have the tools to raise a child with the calmness, consistency, and love I craved.
So I went to counseling. I went to parenting classes. I read books on attachment parenting. I was determined to do the exact opposite of what my parents did so that my children would not end up damaged.I gave birth to a rambunctious son who turned out to be gifted, with challenges.Read more on additudemag.com