Yesterday evening, my daughter sat with her homework, eyes wide like the letters were chasing her.

“Mummy, it’s too hard,” she sighed.

So I pulled a chair beside her, placed my hand over hers, and traced the first letter together.

Slowly. Gently. Patiently.

We wrote it once, then twice, until her tiny fingers finally moved with confidence.

The smile that followed? Pure magic.

Helping her with homework isn’t always easy sometimes I want to drop the pencil and run.

But moments like this remind me that learning isn’t just about books… it’s about bonding, reassurance, and showing her she’s capable.

One day she’ll write whole essays on her own, but for now, I’m grateful I get to hold her hand through the little things.

Because these little things are actually the big things.