How Having a Daughter Changed My Relationship with Food Forever
My daughter just turned 2, and she’s the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s so cliché, but the minute my daughter was placed in my arms I just instinctively knew that we were in this together and I was going to do whatever I could to provide her with the best of everything. But, turns out that wanting to give her the best was an anxiety trigger. Even as she thrived, I couldn’t help but obsess and stress over everything she was—and was not—doing: Were the noises she made in her sleep normal? Was the rocker she loved hanging out in destined to give her a flat head? Was the straw sippy cup going to delay her speech? And then the biggest one: Was she eating enough?