A mother writes!

• What were those days when my house was resounding with the sounds of laughter and fighting. Things scattered everywhere. . . A pile of pencils and books on the bed. . . Clothes spread across the room. My whole day would be spent scolding them for cleaning the room and keeping things tidy.
  One wakes up in the morning and says:
  Mama I can't find a book
  Another shouts:
  where are my shoes
  A wish:
  Mama My Homework Diary!
  And the other would say in a raspy voice:
  Mama, I forgot to do my homework.
  Everyone would be crying their own cry. And I used to shout that it is not my responsibility to take care of your things. . . Now you're grown up, take care of yourself!
  Today I am standing at the door of his room. The beds are empty. There are only a few clothes in the closet. What remains is their fragrance.
  And I try to fill my empty heart by smelling them.
  Now I only remember their laughter, quarrels and my hugs.
  Today my house is clean. Everything is in place. It is calm, peaceful and quiet. . . Like a desert devoid of life.
  He would leave their doors open and run away and I would keep shouting to close the doors. Today all doors are closed and there is no one to leave them open.

One has moved to another city and the other to another country. Both are finding their way in life.

Every now and then they come and spend a few days with us. As they pull their bags as they leave, it feels like my heart is pulling too.

I think that if I had this bag, I would have stayed with them.

But then I pray that they stay settled.

If your children are still small, make them happy. Tickle them, share their innocent wonder and treat their little worries.

If the house is dirty, the rooms are scattered and the doors are open, let them be. It can all be fixed later. But you will not get this time with children again.