Mommy, what do you want to say?

This one is for all the mommies who have so much to say but with busy lives and scrunching timelines, they usually let the days scroll by them. And once, our children grow up, all we can say is - They grow up so fast. Today, why don't you pause and think if there is a moment that you want to jot down and share it to the world.

I am inviting mothers to share ANY experience or suggestion or tips that you want to write about. Okay, yes, it's true that not everybody likes to write and not everybody think it's exciting to write a 500 word or more draft article. If you have something to say, write to me and we can work out something.

Mail me here : chitalmehta1987@gmail.com

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