Dear friends, today I want to share with you. A very painful news for me and I want it to be reflected in this blog, you can not imagine how difficult it is to separate from a son or a daughter.

"I have had difficult moments in my life, but none as strong as this one that steals my mind and has me restless".

It is an irrevocable life change for my daughter what awaits her as she crosses the boarding gate of that airport on August 21. Knowing how to say goodbye to your little girl of almost 3 years, and deal with the sense of loss that can follow the hours, days and months that follow, is part of being a parent.

The pain of this separation can go beyond simply losing your son or daughter after they are gone. Some parents may feel a very real sense of pain and loss; a lack of purpose or control over this situation.

Because the fact that a child leaves the place where he has been living for years to go to another continent with unknown customs, languages ​​and people can sometimes be considered a measure of success for them, a sign that you love them so much that wants the best for them, the inconveniences are often not recognized properly, often for lack of maturity we do not want to accept what is best for them and even more in this unfortunate crisis that crosses my country Venezuela.

Today when I receive the news that his mother has finally purchased the tickets to take my daughter to this faraway destination, the image of an "empty nest" came to my mind, I know it can be very difficult to cope with my days. come. The weight of the pain experienced can take me by surprise, and to recognize the depth of the sadness that I will be going through is the key to accepting it.

The most important thing of all is never to pass the weight of my pain to my daughter. It is absolutely fine to tell her that I will miss her and that she will need me very much, or that I will be sad when she leaves. It may be tempting to ask my daughter to stay or cry because I am letting her go; but that will only compromise the possibility of finding a better tomorrow. So the day will come, and the quilts, clothes racks and miscellanies will be piled up in suitcases and bags, and I will feel dizzy from the farewell and pain. But in addition to the pain, I will also feel proud that your daughter will go to a better quality of life.

I know I can not say goodbye to her at the airport without crying. She is my daughter ... my little one ... my everything. I became so attached to her during her almost 3 years, that I feel 100% responsible for her. She is my co-pilot in my car that makes me laugh with her crazy and innocent comments, fun and beautiful. But that does not explain the tears and deep-seated sadness that I feel.