Motherhood and it's progression
I think it's quite a beautiful age when your little darling is 2.5 to 3 years, like mine. I feel his infinite love, pure and indented by wants, or any motives.
It's really like a love I never knew through all these years. I soak in it , I let myself have it for as long as it will last.
It's the love of a child who is aware of his environment, love with authority of our relationship, and undeniable caring.
If only we all could love like that! Wonder what restricts love in the adult world. Is it the heart wounded with time?