There’s a unique kind of magic in being a working mom—especially when your home becomes your office and your office slowly becomes a part of your child’s world.

Lately, my daughter has started to understand the rhythm and decorum of my work calls. On evenings when no one else is home, she quietly pulls up a chair beside me, eager to observe. She scribbles in her tiny notepad and listens. There’s a seriousness in her gaze, a curiosity that melts my heart.

She has now memorized the names of all my colleagues. During dinner conversations, she’ll suddenly mention one of them by name—”Did you talk to Kavya today?”—and it takes me a moment to realize she’s talking about my team members. The most amusing part? She has started calling her friends from school her “colleagues.” To her, this is what grown-up life looks like—collaborating, talking, solving problems, and showing up even when you’re tired.

These moments used to make me anxious—worried that I wasn’t being “professional enough” or fearing judgment. But with time, I’ve learned to embrace them. Because this is real life. This is our life. And the more I allow her into my world, the more I realize how valuable these glimpses are for her.

She’s learning what work looks like—not the sanitized version, but the full picture: commitment, collaboration, fatigue, persistence, and yes, the joy of doing something meaningful.

There are still tough days. Days when the guilt creeps in. Days when meetings run long and rushed. But there are also days like this—when she watches me work, when she mimics my typing, or pretends to give a “task” to her stuffed animals. And I smile, knowing she’s not just watching me work—she’s watching me be. And in some small way, I hope that helps shape the confident, kind, and curious person she’s becoming.

To all the working moms out there juggling calls and snack time—you’re not just balancing roles. You’re building bridges between two beautiful worlds. And your little ones are watching, learning, and admiring you more than you know.