New on Blogs: Momma-2-MommaSlider Monday, November 12th, 2012 Would you like to receive e-mail alerts when we have breaking news? Click here!
“When a three-year-old cups my face in his sticky little hands and whispers, most confidentially, “I am riding to church in your car because you…are…my…Nanny,” I lose all sense of anything but his dreamy eyes. When a two-year-old wakes in the night with boogies streaming out of his nose and cheeks as red as apples and wants only to lie across his Nonna (translation: Nanny), I don’t care what miserable toddler disease I catch; I only want to comfort him. When I’ve been out of the house from moon-to-moon, and crawl in from another long day of teaching and chauffeuring, and a wee baby tears his toothless mouth wide because he’s delighted to see me, I am energized.”
Short URL: http://www.hampshirereview.com/?p=18184