once upon a time i was twenty eight and mother to 3 girls already. all were under the age of 5 then. i was always in constant panic how to be the best mom in the world at 28. how to tend to their needs and cries. but i was constantly looking forward for them to grow fast. looking forward for them to be independent; fending for themselves with less help from me.
now, (almost six years later) i suddenly realized that they indeed grew up. fast. lesser toys scattered around the house, lesser noise and lesser bouts of crying spells. today there are no more feeding bottles and diapers in every corner of the house.
now, my worry is soon they will leave…..and i will be left with silence.