The Silence Was Part Of The Story

Before I Had Children I Always Wondered Whether Their Births Would Be, For Me, Like The Ultimate In Gym Class Failures. And I Discovered Instead... That I'd Finally Found My Sport.

You Lay Your Hand Against His Skin And Just Rib His Back. Blow Into His Ear. Press That Baby Up Against Your Own Skin And Walk Outside With Him, Where The Night Air Will Sourround Him, And Moonlight Fall On His Face. Whistle, Maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how To Calm A Crying Baby)

A Good Home Must Be Made, Not Bought. In The End, It's Not Track Lighting Or A Sun Room That Brings Light Into A Kitchen.

The Big Dramas That Fascinate Me Are The Quiet Ones That Happen Behind Closed Doors In So-called Ordinary Families.

It's Not Only Children Who Grow. Parents Do Too.