What is the best time of your life?

It's an emo Thursday for me. There has been so many things that happened in my daughter's life that she actually didn't care at all, and yet I am so affected. #dramaqueen

The other day, she turned 34 months, and yesterday she moved up from toddler school. I still can't believe that those nine months have gone so fast! I still remember last year when we attended the trial class, she was the smallest, and she could barely talk. I remember how she confidently named a whale as a fish, and a seal as a dog (story here). It all passed by so fast, one school year down and we'll be welcoming Trying Threes soon.

Moving Up Day. 34 Months Old.

I have always been so thankful to God for giving me the blessing of motherhood. My life tremendously changed when my daughter came, everyday has been a blessing and I look forward to what she'll do tomorrow but sometimes, I miss the scent and touch of the baby that she once was:

Eight Months Old

I miss her smell, her touch, her breath, her coos and baby cries. One of the best times of my life! I remember the days when she was sleeping securely wrapped in my arms, when the one thing that calms me is watch her breathing and count the times she inhales and exhales.

Now, my child just aced one school year, she's becoming more independent -- and she's not yet three :( Time flies sooooo fast, and every second count. My hormones are killing me, it's a bittersweet feeling and this article hit me so hard: What if the "best years of your life", just aren't?

Our children are the warmth that we leave in the world long after our own fires are extinguished. The gravity of those early years is hard to imagine when we dream of writing headlines, performing surgery, drafting legislation or publishing books, as opposed to changing nappies, mediating Lego disputes and doing the bedtime routine – but it’s profound.

Once kids start school, they enter a vortex from which they never return to be fully, totally ours again; time with them is negotiated around a timetable of school days, weekends, social lives, activities, term dates and holidays.

And they emerge young adults, with dreams, plans and all those forks in their own roads to navigate. Much of their journey will be done without us. We will never stand by their side as we do in those first five years.

Read full article here.

I was never raised to be a Mom. I was trained to be an independent woman and was forced by the circumstances in my life to be an achiever. But my dreams, my beliefs, my life -- everything changed when I experienced the magic of becoming a Mom. 

At the moment, I am still a work in progress, breathing deeply before I step foot on the diving board and awaiting for the right time to make my move and take the plunge. I am getting there. And whatever my ending will be, I will make sure to slow down, breathe and savor the best time of my life --- motherhood, in all it's crowning glory.