Real Help for a Mother
Being a Mother is no Game As long as I can remember, I wanted to be a Mother. I’d get up in the morning, get my baby doll out of the crib and dress her, feed her and put her down for a nap, then get ready for the day. It was all part of my routine. At lunch and dinner I repeated the process and got her ready for bed. I grew up in a Boston suburb as the youngest of 4 children. Naturally, I’d spend most of my day playing games with kids in the neighborhood, but...
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