I was one of those new moms that swore I would take away my child’s beloved binky once he turned one. I figured it’d be easy to just take the binky with the bottle and call it good. Until I realized just how beloved that binky was… and how not so lovely my child became when he didn’t have it. The truth is, that binky became my crutch, my little hope for sanity. Whether it was at the crowded grocery store, the park, or even in the comfort of my home, whenever Keegan started to throw a tantrum…
