When Time Slips Through My Fingers
She has finished primary school . Just like that. My daughter is 12, turning 13 — standing at the doorway of secondary school , with a confidence that surprises me and a gentleness that still feels familiar. I teared up thinking about the years it took to get here: the sleepless nights, the scraped knees, the lunches packed in a rush, the conversations before bedtime that stretched longer than planned. Somehow, all of that shaped her into this beautiful young lady. There are moments when I wish she were still the baby I once held so closely. Moments when I wish I were still the mother she always needed — the center of her small universe. But when I watch her laugh with her friends, fully present in their companionship, I understand that her world has expanded. She has new priorities now, and that is exactly how it should be. Secondary school awaits her, and I know it will be demanding — packed schedules, new expectations, new pressures. Im growing as well....