My son was born into stormy times, between two bereavements, at the end of a month of immense financial and social stress. His birth was attended by anxious ghosts from the past- a hovering family anxiety and the ghosts of the lost boys, uncles and great-uncles and my stillborn brothers. We were thrilled and ecstatic at his safe arrival, riding the
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I hope to show the lj to the children, but it gets trickier to write as they grow older because I don't want to say anything that would be embarrassing to them if found by peers etc. But I hope they would enjoy reading about bits of their childhood from my side of the story.
As for Montenegro, the children are in Camp Grandparents - a venerable institution that operates all summer and is looked forward to by both parents and children. :)
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