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Do you remember the days before you became a mother? 

The days you could just pack and go; the days you followed your passions and your passions only; the days you partied until sunrise and slept until sunset; the days you poured a cup of coffee in the lazy Saturday afternoon, and enjoyed the new movie everyone was so excited about. The days you were careless and fearless, and the days you rarely drop a tear. Tear solves nothing. 

And then you became a mother.

So you start being sentimental; you worry about things you have ever heard of before; you no longer "just go";  no more sleeping in even when you are sick; a different kind of Sunday Funday emerged; you forget how it is to be free and just don't care, and you start losing a little bit of your old self. Little by little, piece by piece. 

It's not easy to be a mother but all the happiness makes it seems not so hard. And time just flies.

Happy Mother's Day. To me, and to my mother, who flew across half of the earth over to a foreign land for her middle age daughter and for this crazy, screaming, smiley, little human we happily welcome to our lives. 

You need to treat your mother nicely young lady. Let's start with pooping once a day, and keep pee in the diaper okay?