There’s no feeling like it in the world, watching your child with their own offspring. When I see my daughter, Anna, with her little girl, Jessica – whether they’re pulling silly faces at each other or playing with Jessica’s beloved Barbie house – I’m overwhelmed with pride and love. Even more so because, in some small way, I helped make it happen.
Like most mums, I’d do anything for my family, and as far as all three of my daughters – Katie, now 48, Lucy, 45, and Anna, 38 – are concerned, I’ll do everything I can to make sure they live happy, fulfilled lives. I’ve always wanted the very best for them, even if that meant making sacrifices of my own.
When Anna was 11, my husband Mark, then…