I am a mother of two. And a mother of two very active and vivacious children at that. There is not a minute in the day that one of them is not calling out - "Mummy! I need this! and - Mummy! I can't do this, can you help me! or just plain and simple- " Mummy sit with me!". In all of this I see the mess the house is in, the toys that are strewn in every corner of the house, the dishes that I need to do and Oh! The dinner that is not ready yet Amidst all this, I see myself, almost everyday, scurrying and scampering to get the daily chores done, to get the kids fed in time, finish their homework and quite often stop the squabbling that the two indulge in now. Sometimes I just have to forget about the couple of minutes I had thought I would take out to read that book or to start a new painting.

Yesterday was no different. Amidst all the commotion that a mothers life is witness to everyday, I managed to squeeze out time to pamper my nails a bit. My 18 month daughter looked at my newly done nails and held my hands tenderly, nestling them between her own. And then she hugged them and planted a gentle little kiss on them. It was my hands that she held, but it was my heart that she melted. Filled with emotion I squeezed her in an overwhelmed embrace. We had a little mother daughter moment. It was beautiful. She stretched her hands coaxing me to apply some nail polish on her too. Really? Already? Where was I when she was growing up and what was I doing? Oh Yes! I was fussing over the dinner and fuming over the mess.