Each day is a celebration!

Early morning weekday scene: The daughter, all of 10, is getting ready to celebrate Teachers Day in the school.
She chooses to wear a comfortable cotton palazzo set . I am pleased with her choice. After the morning rituals, she slips on the dress and adjusts it carefully.She is now trying to tie a knot on the side of the dress.
I am watching her from the side. I offer her help.She politely but firmly refuses and continues with her effort.
I insist on helping her but she puts away my effort.
I realise it is best to let her do it her way.
I am pleased that she is growing independent in small ways and big.
She does not need me as much, and too soon.
A riot of thoughts in mind. I sort out each of them and emerge as a happy mother.
Wasn't this what I wanted?