Once lived in the curl of tiny fingers
that wrapped around mine without fear,
in footsteps that followed me blindly,
trusting I would always know the way.
It was in sleepless nights and soft lullabies,
in being their shelter
before they even knew what storms were.
I was their strength then—
their balance,
their quiet reassurance in a world too big for them.
I cooked for them,
measured love in little plates,
watched them grow
bite by bite, day by day.
And somewhere, gently and unnoticed,
time shifted…
those little hands
have become big and strong—
my son, steady and grounding,
holding me when my steps feel unsure…
and my daughter,
once my little baby,
now stands beside me in the kitchen,
cooking for me at times,
experimenting with love,
serving back pieces of a life I once gave her.
What once leaned on me
now stands beside me,
and sometimes… even in front.
This love has come full circle—
not losing its innocence,
but deepening into something unshakable.
And in this quiet, beautiful exchange,
I realise…
we didn’t just grow up—
we grew with each other.
Wishing one and all a very Happy Mother’s Day in UAE ❤️
Blessmesai 