My nine-year-old wanted to fly to Scotland to see Taylor Swift. Somehow I agreed | Lauren Mechling

Mothering a Swiftie can mean making decisions that make you feel like either the best or worst parent in the world

I am either the worst parent in the world or the best parent in the world" is what I texted friend after friend last Thursday as my Lyft chugged toward JFK airport.

The passenger next to me was far less angst-ridden. Owing to her powers of persuasion, my nine-year-old daughter and I were about to fly across the ocean to see her hero.