I heard one of the most frightening sounds a mother could hear—that of a child, quiet in her room. Typically, this spells disaster (like when K. was young and this happened), so I didn’t know what waited for me as I snuck into N’s room.Can you believe these pictures are not staged? I walked in and she was sitting in the rocking chair, reading to her baby and bear.
“I’m always this well-behaved, Mama!”This gives me hope for the future.



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