My biggest mistake as a young parent was thinking that parenting would be like taking care of my younger siblings. I was 22. We notoriously know nothing, yet believe we know everything as 22 year-olds. Reality set in for me when my firstborn was yelling his head off and couldn’t understand that mama would be right there as soon as I finished taking a shit. I painfully remembered who I looked to for help when my sisters were yelling their heads off. As I sat on the toilet in defeat with my screaming child in my arms, I remembered I was my own hero; but more Great American- than super-. I had all this power, but despite my best efforts…