My Mother Called Me “Damaged Goods” at My Sister’s Baby Shower—Then My Five Children Walked Through the Door

probably checking the children’s car seats for the tenth time.

My husband approached child safety the way other people approached brain surgery.

Which made sense because he was one of the best neurosurgeons in the country.

He had likely spent the last twenty minutes adjusting straps by millimeters and reading safety manuals that nobody else would ever continue reading …