The moment my firstborn, Ben, entered this world, I was ensnared in a whirlwind of emotions – the ecstatic joy of his arrival, intermingled with the daunting weight of responsibility. Cutting the umbilical cord was symbolic; not only was it Ben's passage into life, but it heralded a transformative phase in my own. As I assisted the nurse in preparing him for his debut, a profound sense of serenity swept over me. The nascent flame of love for Ben that ignited and evolved into an inexorable blaze.