Enjoy your holidays!

I just dropped the girls off at the airport. This routine reeats itself every year for over ten years now. Just before the end of the school year, we declare early holidays for Anita and Lia and sent them to Brazil, to visit grandparents, uncles and cousins.

After that long, I should be used to it.But the truth is only one: my heart fells tight inside my chest, I feel like crying for everything and nothing, and they are all happiness and fun.They normally have a wonderful holiday and return home safe and sound.

But mothers will be mothers and we never get used to see them go, not even t for a little trip downtown, let alone half way through the globe.

This year I'm even more emotional with their departure because I can feel the difference in their behavior. They are changing, they are growing.

 This time, I just accompanied them to the airport, and they took care of all the details -check in and all - they did everythingby themselves. Ok, we requested minor supervision and assistance through out the flight, but still...

Very soon, Anita will be leaving the nest she is, gonna take care of her own life, make all her decisions ... And less than two years later,  Lia will follow suit.

After living abroad for so long, I am considering going back to my roots and just declare the ultimate Brazilian mother's rule - leaving home? No way!

Go to college, and after 4 years, return straight to your room, your home and your life, just as we know it, to only think about leaving when you get married.

And right inside my heart, all I will be hoping is for my kids to never get married, never leave me, never take off like i did.

But now, it is only a holiday trip. Only a routine flight to Brazil. We will survive.

Bon voyage my princess ...