I figure there is probably something to boast about with most kids. While I don't have any children of my "own"; I do have the nieces and nephews - two of whom I helped raise; and "chosen family"; and the kids from the drama groups, and the kids from summer camp, and the kids I baby sat for, and the. . .

well - you can understand something of why I wrote "Lullaby for a Borrowed Child".

All I can say is - knowing how much I am affected by the successes and failures of "my" kids - and the difference in intensity between the kids I taught versus the kids I raised;

How do you Parents stand it?