I had spent five years of my life at UCSD before children.
I believed everything could be learned from research. Everything.
I had studied some child development at UCSD and some educational theories.
When I was pregnant with my first, I read the bible of pregnancy, What to Expect When Expecting.
That should have been my first clue that books cannot teach everything.
I collected child development books Your One Year Old, Your Two Old, and so on from world famous Ivy League child development experts.
I read the The Magic Years.
I stayed at home with my children full time until they were in high school assuming parental involvement could prevent any behavior I and/or society deemed as unacceptable.
My third child died before his first birthday, who could have seen that coming?
That changed me forever.
I now began reading books on to help your children through grief.
I read any and all "experts" that assured me I could raise my boys so they would carry no baggage or issues into adulthood.
Children defy any set formula because the variants are endless.
Now that I am in the midlife phase and my boys are in their twenties I see I had been delusional.
There is no perfect parent. There are no perfect children. No one has a perfect life.
I see glimpses in my boys that they will grow into good men, that they are good men in many ways.
I have a difficult time seeing them as men but I'm working on that.