LIFE AS IT IS

I watched the short film below some time ago and could not hold back my tears. I saw my child in this little boy. I saw my daughter's face in the face of this child. We live in a cruel world. I don't know the maker of this film, but I express my gratitude to him for this work of his.

My daughter started her pre-school yesterday. Well, yesterday she was at the school for just 15 minutes - it was more like a short ice-breaking session with her two teachers, Jeanne and Amy. Today is her official first day at school. I am a little worried because she cannot take her teddy bear to the classroom - "Telly" is with her all the time and it might be difficult for her to part with it. I cannot imagine how how quickly time flies. I still remember the time and day I first held her. She will turn 2 years on September 17. It seems as if she was born only yesterday, but no, almost 2 years have gone by while I was busy raising her and seeing her grow from an infant to a toddler. She is attending the Montessori Learning Center in Wilmington, DE. The 40-year-old school have amicable teachers and a comfortable environment. I hope she enjoys her time at her pre-school. I am happy for my girl. No, I don't think it will hurt me much to let go of her and see her grow i...

My husband, daughter and I returned home yesterday after a 2-day trip to the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania. I was visiting the Poconos after 9 years...!! The mountains cover a 2,400 square miles area. The views from the Poconos are breathtaking, the air is fresh and you feel close to the heaven once your are on the top. Here are a few clicks from the short trip.

Sometimes all a mom needs is a comfortable pillow under her head...

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Motherhood has instilled in me a different type of emotion, an emotion whose existence I was unaware of in those pre-mommy years of life. Today, when I see suffering children, turbulent emotions rupture my heart. Sometimes, I shed tears in silence. I ask myself if all this emotional overflow is because of my new identity as a mother. Perhaps. Every child deserves a happy childhood. But to millions of children around the world, "happiness" is a word that carries little or no meaning. Many a child’s childhood is snatched away at such an early age that they never know what it feels to go to school five days a week, eat three good meals a day, or sleep without having to worry about their houses being blown up by enemy troops. In any conflict, it's the children who suffer the most. When I see images and video footages of living and dead children of Palestine and Syria, I sit still before my computer and know not what to feel. Sometimes I wonder what I myself would have ...