One last time!
The moment you hold your baby in your arms, the same moment you become a mother. It will totally change...
While writing this week’s blog, I guess somewhere at the back of my mind I was playing my track of the past with my first child (my son) as he will be heading to a boarding school next year. I am already missing him dearly, trying to be strong and not to break in front of him and telling myself that he needs to spread his wings and fly high and explore the world. Maybe this is how mama birds feel when baby birds learn to fly and start leaving the nests.