The following story was on The Good News Network a few days
ago...
I was a young mother living with my husband, my young son and my
cat in New York City. When you live in New York City, since you cannot go out
in the backyard, you take the baby’s stroller, put in all the things you might
need (diapers, wipes, hats, sunscreen, juice etc.), and you load up the
stroller and ride down the elevator from your high-rise apartment. You then
stagger to the street pushing your heavy stroller as you slowly make your way
to the park – or in my case, Central Park.
In Central Park, you go to the playground
and sit with the other mothers (and the lone father or two) as all the children
play.
(As Paul Harvey used to say, now for the rest of the
story.....(click here)
