One afternoon last week, during quiet time I was summonsed in to the children's room to see them. There they were, in their nightgowns, surrounded by doll strollers, babies, rocking chairs.
My journal began as a virtual baby book for my children and has shifted recently to include my daily life as a mother and a woman emerging from the early years of small children. I no longer bemoan my lack of a creative life, on closer observation it is all a creation.
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