Brave who says that we are not mothers. When we have had in our womb the most beautiful thing in life. We had the courage to face death when we expected life. We have given birth early and we have lived in fear of him leaving. We cried disconsolately in the night, and not exactly why our baby wakes us up to tears, if not because we would like it to be so. We have had breasts full of milk and no one to feed, we have had a heart full of love, and we can only send it to heaven. We have left a hospital with empty arms and soul. We have heard the most heartbreaking words. We have received unnecessary comments. We have felt guilty for not being able to do more. We have felt our children in every breeze, every star and every beautiful place.

We have spoken with them in a way that no one would ever understand, because it is a special form that only we feel.

And thanks to our children, we have learned that the most beautiful part of our life can happen in just a second.