Several years ago, I decided to take me eldest son (9 months old at the time) for a walk in his stroller. It was a sunny, gorgeous day, and we had a snack to eat at the park we were headed to.

I placed him in his umbrella stroller and stepped outside. As I began to navigate him down the 3 concrete steps I felt a shift in weight, and BAM! 9 month old dropped down 2 steps, face first into concrete. I had forgotten to buckle him in.

I was a teen mom, trying to get through high school and take care of a baby whose father didn't have much interest in sharing the load, but I felt like the worst mom on the planet.

Today, he's 19 and a perfectly normal self-absorbed 19-year-old.