When I woke up on Sunday morning, it took me a moment to remember why I felt so lost and empty. I had to send you to grandma’s home last night. From now on, I could only see you at weekends. The house without you suddenly became so silent and empty. My dearest dear, how I wish I could spend more time around you! But I had to get back to work, to fulfill my responsibility besides as a Mum. Those memories of the days with you rolled over me, and I realized how much I miss you.
I miss the toothless smile you flashed at me, the cooing and gooing you made out every morning after you woke up, and the kicks you showed off so excitedly every time. I miss the way you bumped your little head against my chest, rooting around for the best position when I nursed you, and the satisfied hiccup you gave while I patted lightly on the back after you were full. I miss the most is the look on your face when you were falling asleep in my arms, so peaceful, so quiet.
Will you miss me? Probably you won’t. You are just a baby. The fact that I am your mum perhaps means nothing to you. But if you will, I would feel worried and guilty. What an odd feeling to be a mum!