I am scared to look at myself one day and find out that I am a shadow, a copy of somebody else’s perception. Isn’t it fear we are all facing time after time? As much as it applies to an artist learning by copying from old masters, as much it should concern a young girl who selects a few fashion icons on Instagram and duplicates their looks religiously.

Only a few endless months, that arose and vanished without anyone noticing, took us to acquire identical routine, repetitive behaviour and similar mind-set. Besides the common, and rightly so, a phrase that each new day shall be perceived as a miracle-which I would not even dare to disprove-through the following passage, I should point on something more detailed than a rising sun as a general expected fact.

All and all consisted of contrasts that day: milky patches of snow, jade, dense forest, moon about the hills and mountains and fading sunset. How beautiful! Oh, where to find words to describe that reflection of moonlight in the river. Oh divine grace of God, of His artistic heart that created a little man, a little me, and placed in the centre of such days and places as we have witnessed today.

So, I became a mother. Yet, acquiring a new role does not automatically spare one from already existing duties. Considering the fact that maternity leave in Canada lasts for almost a year, I could abandon those existing duties in favour of the significant new one, and enjoy full submerge into motherhood.