My son turned five over the weekend, and birthdays have a way of making you look back at every magical moment and sometimes hard decisions you needed to make, to get you here. When we brought Santi home from the hospital, I was committed to exclusively breastfeeding. No bottles, just me. I was ok for a while, but after 4 months, my body and mental health couldn't keep up. I felt guilty, like I was failing him. During one of those tearful middle of the night feedings, I started researching, like all new parents do, and realized I didn’t have to choose between breast milk or formula. I could do both. @bobbie gave me permission to choose AND, not OR — and to believe there's no one right way to parent, only the way that's right for your family. No guilt. No stigma. That confidence became the foundation for every difficult decision since: sleep, potty training, school, screens. A hundred different questions, all answered the same way — what's right for us? Five years later, I'm prou...