by Victoria Fedden
Last month my daughter turned 5 and to celebrate we took her to Disney World. Pretty much a dream come true for her, but not for me. I was excited, but also secretly terrified.
“Mommy, now that I’m 5, I’m big enough to ride roller coasters,” she’d announced. I almost had a heart attack. My baby? On a rickety metal train? Careening down a 50-foot fiberglass mountain? No way. I broke out into a cold sweat just imagining it.Read More