A LADY stopped me in a shop this week, to tell me she regularly read my local newspaper column, and asked after the kids by name. (I blushed, garbled an embarrassed thank you, felt enormous relief that someone actually reads it).
She told me how her own children were now grown up, and that she didn’t get to see her grandchildren often, as they lived elsewhere.
“One thing you shouldn’t do though,” she said. I braced myself. Which of my numerous parental faux-pas had she remembered?
“Don’t wish any of it away, not a second. Not even the tantrums, the teenage years, the mountains of washing. Before you know it, they’ll all have gone, and you’ll miss it more painfully than you could ever imagine.”