Category: Grandparenting
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Mothering
Post Views = 182My daughter’s child, climbing on the armchair,balancing and flipping, then settling downto read Blueberries For Sal, unawareof the echoes from the past. Her nightgownappears by the bed, “Mom, I’m scared,” she’d gloomand climb under the covers. My patienceebbing, I’d send her back to her dark room – but she understands, gives reassurance.Snuggling in close, she…