As a female myself who grew up with a sister, it felt very odd when I became
But very quickly it became the norm to carry a selection of toy cars in my handbag and know my way around the cabin of a steam train.
Today I have a lovely 22-year old son with big feet. Internally he is much the same. He has taught me to be patient and calm. He has gone off trains (although not completely but that’s between him and me). He is easy to love and yet at the same time so laid back he can drive me to insanity. Of course, I know this is not a ‘boy’ trait – he just happens to be a boy – but this is my story. The one about my daughters?