I spent most of Mother’s Day in a bit of a funk about all the things it seems I should’ve already taught Justin but haven’t: how to use a fork, how to drink from a real cup, how to eat a sandwich that isn’t cut into bite-size pieces…sigh. Not coincidentally, all those things relate to feeding. Justin is such a picky eater that I’m usually afraid to try new things at the table in case it leads to a battle. Plus of course I’m such a neat freak that it’s hard for me to let Justin make a mess in the name of learning. In my head I know it’s never too late to start teaching these things, and there’s no point in beating myself up over it, but I sometimes can’t help feeling like a substandard mother. Oh, well…