My one-year old slips out again. I hold serious reservations about returning to work, as I run out of the door. Nobody else could manage him.
He is merrily playing with puppies in the backyard, as their dog mother keeps an eye firmly on her brood. I see my baby getting excited about a shiny car outside and rushing towards the gate. Before I can catch him, the dog mother stands firmly in his way with a growl. Her own pups back away on seeing her stare.
A mother brings up her child with many hands, not just two.
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Oh, the energy of a curious one-year-old! You’ve caught that in your story, as well as a mother’s need to feel supported.
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Thank you so much!
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It takes a villiage . . .
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Bang on! These are the first words that came to mind, when I saw the prompt.
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You expressed it well. 🙂
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