I have known my stepdaughter from the time she was three. I used to sit with her for hours and paint and draw and colour. She loved anything that required focus and calm and creativity. We made homemade ravioli, we would read stories together and at restaurants, she’d be happy as pie just sitting there with the little cup of crayons and a page to colour on. And then I had my son. We are still not entirely convinced I… Read more