Among unopened letters, Dated magazines, and stacks of my childreens birthday cards. There I noticed the worn and now flaking painting which I had forgotten about. As I unfolded the small square of paper, the memory of my daughter's first day starting nursery came flooding back. Life gets so busy as a parent that until moments such as coming across old photographs and drawings made for you by your children, you forget how much time has actually gone by. And how much your baby has since grown.
A little moment I had daydreaming of 'the good old days'. , although crying, I felt no sadness. but only happy tears