A mother holds her daughter’s hand while taking her to school. She can’t stop thinking about all the things she has to do: shop for groceries, clean the house, cook. She’s fed up with all these tasks. She can’t wait for the day when her daughter is old enough to go to school all by herself. Maybe by the time that happens, she will be able to spend a few days at the spa or on the beach with her husband. The mother also has a younger son, who can’t stop crying lately. Nights are endless and she just wants to rest, even if it’s just for a few hours.
But a letter written by this very mother is eye-opening:
For the last time
“From the first time you hug your baby, you will never be the same person.
Maybe you long for the person you were before.
When you had freedom, time.