I decided to write about this topic because it takes me back years and is Very special to me.The reason for this is not only because I became a mother later in my life, but I am a pediatric nurse by profession.
The birth of a child for me is a small miracle and is always accompanied with much tenderness and delight.It is an inner feeling that I feel whenever I witness in some way the birth of a new life.
.And so my daughter appeared, so much awaited and desired.I watched her with much attention and affection.She passed at 8 months.One day on the table with her baby accessories I put a flower in a pot.Royal begonia , so called the flower. Leaving her alone in the play basket for a while coming back from the kitchen I heard the silent laughter of a child.
And what did I find - part of the begonia had been eaten and on the wall were the fingerprints of the child's hands.I will never forget how her eyes sparkled with happiness on her face smeared with the finger from the pot.
A similar case of groceries in the kitchen rice flour and red pepper were scattered on the floor , and she was awash with laughter and pleasure..
We passed safely the period in kindergarten,where she grew up with her ties.A very important stage in the life of children.When they learn the regime and communication in a collective.Unrepeatable moments that make sense of a child's life to build as a person and grow up with a good foundation prepared for school.
I have tried to re-take pictures of that time ,there was no modern means of taking pictures and so the pictures are not of good quality,but they have emotional value,which is much more important to me.
