Sitting at the kitchen table, an array of paper, paints and paintbrushes were strewn in front of us.
My daughter Daisy, then six, and I were all set for a creative afternoon at home.
As a primary school teacher with a degree in art, I always let Daisy and her two brothers – Archie, now 21, and Finlay, 15 – share their creative talents, even if it left my living room a mess!
‘They’re expressing themselves,’ I told my husband Charlie, 50, proudly.
Now, sat with Daisy, I thought we could practice painting tulips – always a tricky thing for a beginner to master.
With three different colours on the brush, she took it to her paper with ease, effortlessly shaping her first tulip.
‘That’s beautiful!’ I beamed.
Daisy had…
