Growing up fast...

Children grow very fast. The so-called hardest moments of motherhood is the terrible twos, when they are reaching two to three years old, learning to talk and getting very very active!

Running, exploring, falling down at each corner and eager to learn about their environment, people and the world.

Nothing makes more sense that to step back and let them explore, adapt, learn and grow.

Fuss can only make them edgy, maybe even instill fear on trying new things, meeting new people or simply playing with other children.

Like any 20 months year old, Lya is very outgoing, active and can be hard to keep up with.

After 2 months of adapting to milly, she is finally showing attachment, affection and like any normal grandparents, milly is starting to want to hold on to my little girl.

As predicted, she proposed that Lya be send off to Beijing with my in-laws. I have stood my ground, firmly on my partner's debate to do so, because he think I can;t handle two children by myself.

It;s not easy, I admit but to forsake my little girl for my second child, that I cannot do.

A mother's limited time with her child while she grows up ( quick as lighting) is enduring and sacred. I never felt it was going to be easy and here I am , with Lya turning two on November and baby No 2 in September. I feel blessed.

I feel contend.

I feel that every suffering moment as with anything in life, a phase, is worth every drop of sweat, tear and blood.

My partner thinks it's a control thing between me and milly and how I DO NOT trust her with her parenting style. True, I admit to it. I am very doubtful of her parenting skills and the medical condition in China.

But moreover, it;s how I plan to be there for Lya and my other baby, every single step of the way. Soon, she will talk and she will be her own little person.

I cannot bear to miss any of it. It;s not just about the good times, but the bad times when she gets sick, misbehave or her little tantrums.

Motherhood is an incorporated world of ups and downs. Pitfalls and endless dramas. But as with anything, per say, like one's career, or de facto relationships, family's drama and etc, It;s a journey.

What we learn at the end , we savior and we salvaged.

I have so much precious moments with my Little Girl that I never forget, one day, she will stop holding my hands.

She will stop kissing me.

She will stop wanting me to be with her all the time.

That she will grow up to be this strong, beautiful woman that I will be so proud of , no matter what happens.

That she will always be my little girl.

Until then, I hold my first born with much pride.

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