I bend down to kiss her rose petal cheeks before I pick up my handbag and laptop on my way to work, thinking, today her smiles will sun someone else’s day.
Someone else will dry her tears when she falls from her tricycle and cheer her on when she adds 5 and 4, which she couldn’t do before.
At night when I come in, I will see her being read to in someone else’s lap. I will drift to the bathroom to shower, and then to her bedroom to give her a good night kiss before I have my dinner and go to bed.
And I wonder how is she mine or I hers?
Meenakshi Palaniappan is a quiet observer of her children’s lives and the lessons they teach her. A teacher by profession, she enjoys playing with words to paint pictures of life with kids.