I am sending my youngest daughter abroad on vacation. It would seem - joy, new impressions, adult life! And yes, my heart is happy for her: she has become independent, confident, so grown up... But at the same time, I feel the other side - a mother's heart is quietly aching.

After all, just yesterday she was a little girl who held my hand and asked: "Mom, are you with me?" And today she is already making her own decisions, packing her suitcase and leaving to meet the world.

This is a strange feeling - pride and melancholy at the same time. Pride in her strength and courage. And melancholy because my children are growing up so quickly.

Perhaps this is how it should be. 💫 We are raising them so that one day we can let them go... And yet, while she is far away, I will wait for her call every minute and rejoice at her smile in the photo.