My Daughter, the POW
You're My Second Mama, Aren't You?
Through the years, my reading and research has shown me how grief can take many forms. Despite the fact that Stacee was depressed when she first arrived, and a few months later her confusions and insecurities evolved into an intense period of temper tantrums, she seemed to settle in between the ages of three and five and “all was well.” She was a happy, delightful child, full of charm, curiosity, and energy.
This all changed when she was five years old.
On February 1, 2012
