I caught a TV show over the weekend, and I have to confess that I hardly watch telly on a Sunday morning.

Due to a change of plans, this weekend I plonked myself in front of the telly, in between moments of trying to catch Maegan as she pottered around my mother-in-law's house. I darted around using my hands to cover sharp table corners or potential pitfalls that may cause a bump on her head, if she hits it.

But when she found a plaything with the curtains, I had some minutes to myself watching Three Wishes.

I saw an old lady's wish of riding in an F1 car with a driver around the circuit fulfilled. It was one of her three wishes, and as she was racing past the circuit, my heart pounded and worried if anyone took her blood pressure before doing so.

"Maegan's officially a toddler now!"

The part that caught my attention was this other lady's wish to find her biological mother. I was about to shrug my shoulders and shut my mind to the show with the pass, heart-tugging, conventional scene when daughter meets biological mother for the first time.

But in an interview with the biological mother, she mentioned this. "I want, and I hope that I will mean something to her. I don't even know - is she married, does she have kids?"

As the show went on, the lady eventually reconciled with her biological mother, and by then, I found the tears welling up in my eyes.

It was an emotional moment for me, just to hear the biological mother's words. As a mother, I honestly could identify with all the questions she had about her daughter, to meet her, to see her, to hold her, and all those years of unrequited hopes eventually being fulfilled.

I guess what really resounded within me is how every mother hopes to be something to their child - an inspiration, a friend, a shelter, and a strength. Fearfully so, we also wish that we will not be our child's worst enemy, disciplinarian, or a hard-hearted, unheeding parent.

When the show ended, I scooped Maegan up and held her for all the joy she's given us, despite the times when we had to be strict in our discipline, or restrict her in certain things. In those seconds of hugging her tightly, I wondered what I would mean to her.

When she faces the realities of the world, would my hugs be a comforting blanket of warmth to her, would my "no don't touch" warn her of imminent dangers as she grows into a tween, would my "I love you" tell her that whatever she has to go through, she has a mother's love to depend upon, would my tickles and smiles be a memory etched in her mind, and when she has to face any self-doubts and dilemmas, that she knows she is someone's child, deeply loved and cherished.

I am secretly hoping that my little Maegan never grows up, because in that process, I know I have to do the inevitable growing up too.

In case you are wondering, Maegan's officially a toddler, so we've stopped using the word baby to refer to her. Check out her recent portraits taken at a studio!