When I was a kid, I always looked up to my mom. Especially after I could view her parenting as an “outsider” once my baby brother came along. She stashed teething rings in our freezer and dressed us up in super-fancy coordinated clothes (remember the silk sailor ensembles, wide-legged rompers, and puffed sleeves of our youth?). My mom was natural, calm, engaging, and glamourous. But I’ll…
