When my daughter was born, her great-grandmother sent her a little card, welcoming her to the family. A thoughtful if unremarkable gesture, you might think, until you know the backstory: that this incredible 85-year-old hadn’t yet met my daughter, hadn’t met me and was fully aware that my daughter had been conceived via IVF when my now husband – who was working overseas as a foreign correspondent – was approximately 10,000 kilometres away. Even for our generation, that takes a fair bit of getting your brain around and I had people of all ages scratching their heads. Yet Mama never faltered. She opened her arms and welcomed us to the family with unconditional love, a fact for which I will always be grateful. As my husband says, at her age,…
