This weekend was particularly interesting because I discovered two things about Maegan - she is a definite extrovert, and she's certainly not stage shy.

The only reason I say this is because her father had an event last Saturday, and I had brought Maegan down to witness it and to have a chance to learn what the organization that her father works for is all about. In case you're wondering, it's Halogen foundation, and last week's event was the Young Leader's Day for secondary school students.

We arrived approximately at 3pm, an hour short to the closing of the event. Several speakers such as Louis Ng of ACRES, Dr Amy Khor, Mayor of Southwest CDC, and Aide Iskandar, captain of Singapore lions had shared their leadership inspirational stories.

"My fifteen seconds of fame!"

The minute we set foot at the Convention Centre at Ngee Ann Poly, Maegan immediately started getting comfortable with the large space around her. In her pink-tiered dress, she paced up and down the hall, with nothing short of four to five curious volunteers staring at her.

Someone approached and told her: "You're famous you know, your daddy showed your picture during his presentation to everyone inside the hall."

She blissfully ignored the comments and was happy to continue pacing up and down the large lobby space. She continues gathering many more stares from those who were amazed at this little person who was enjoying the ritual of walking, missing a step and falling over, and still happy to push herself up on her feet, and proudly directing her picture book of Noah's Ark to anyone who was happy to look.

When Maegan got more comfortable, we went backstage to look for her father. As we found him, my husband suggested to me: "Can I bring Maegan on stage later when I give the closing speech, I really want to introduce her to all the students out there."

I was half horrified and excited because I wasn't sure how this one-year-old toddler would take to 1300 students staring at her, and most of them are bigger than her. She would be facing them alone, sharing the stage with one other person who is her father. But I was excited and I wanted to find out.

Then my husband said: "How about we let her walk onto stage on her own, and when I give the cue, can you tell her to look for Daddy who is on stage?"

I gave my husband an even more horrified look and told him: "If she doesn't make it on stage, you have to be prepared to meet her halfway and come and get her from offstage."

He agreed and I cued myself to wait for his instructions. When he told the audience that he wanted to introduce someone special to them, I whispered into Maegan's ears: "Can you look for Daddy, he's just standing in front of you."

She rushed out of my arms and went straight onto stage, and as my heart started beating faster, she took eight steps out, and I heard a loud applause from the audience.

She stopped short in her tracks and all Maegan did was to stare back into the audience that was clapping and cheering her on. No tears, no crying, no running back into Mummy's arms, she simply paused and soaked in the moment.

And with more steely nerves than I could ever muster in my own life, she stood her ground, took in the moments of appreciation, found her father on stage, and transformed into the stage princess I never knew her to be.

When her father passed her back to me, Maegan was dying to go out there once more, and she did, by making a spontaneous entrance towards her father.

From that definitive moment, it became clear to me that Little Miss Maegan had not an ounce of stage-fear in her (which is exactly like her father). I could even see her emceeing weddings like her father does, and churning out the type of marriage and wedding jokes that her father recycles. In fact, she was so blase about the entire affair that when some students were using their mobile phones to snap pictures of her, she was happy to walk up and down the flight of steps, proving that nothing distracted her.

In case any parent thinks we were over-exposing her, Maegan was so innocently loving the company and attention that she started to interact with some of the students there who found her simply fascinating.

As my daughter turned into a little starlet, I was relieved that she was comfortable enough to soak in the attention. They say there comes a time when parents have to cut the apron strings to their children, I guess mine was done over the weekend.