To nurture, to honour, to witness a childhood— not from a distance, but from the centre of its tiny storms and miracles is to watch time create a new world inside the small palms of your child. A childhood lived respectfully, lovingly, caringly is the soil from which a lifetime of courage grows. And to be chosen as the one who shapes that soil, who guards that light, who becomes the quiet constant in the rise and fall of their days— is the deepest honour a human heart can hold and is the most sacred work a human can ever do. Because when a child grows in safety, in dignity, in tenderness, the world becomes a softer place too. And to play even a small role in this blooming is the greatest responsibility of human life. The mother in me loves to add music and stories to this cosmic dance between a child and the one who raises them— this long, wild, humbling journey we call parenthood. And maybe that’s why the lens of being a Mother makes me see Children’s Day less as a celebration a...