Tuesday, February 10, 2009


Sometimes when I look at my three little dolls I think, "Really?  You're trusting me, little me, with taking care these people?"  It's pretty surreal.  Their very mental and physical health is in my hands.  Sometimes I'm not so sure I'm all that good at it.  I yelled at a couple of them today and forgot to make sure they brushed their teeth this morning.  But, sometimes when I look at the three of them I am overwhelmed with love and desire to be better at giving them what they need.


Sandy Mastroni said...

you write really nice things ...
touching , and thoughtful
and of course you know I love your paintings
have a great weekend

ducklips said...

Ahh, that should ring true in every mother's heart.