I’m taking a bit of a shortcut today because I posted to my other blog already. I’m sharing it here with you now. Enjoy!
I collect rocking chairs, at least I did for a while. At one point I had 8 chairs and a small apartment, so there were even rocking chairs in the kitchen. I’ve loved sitting in rocking chairs for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid I loved sitting in the rocker that my mom gave to my dad when my oldest brother was born. I have that chair now, upstairs in the bedroom that my granddaughters shared when they lived with us.
When the kids arrived it was important to establish a routine; I knew that even if I didn’t have any kids of my own. Between my formal education and the years of caring for kids, I KNOW how important routine is for children’s growth and development; and their own feeling of safety for that matter. But let’s call it what it really is: a self-preservation…
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