Watching my mum Joanne drawing pictures with my six-year-old daughter Esmae, I smiled.
‘Look, Mummy!’ Esmae said, proudly showing off her latest masterpiece.
‘That’s lovely,’ I said. ‘Did Nanny help you?’
She nodded, beaming.
Mum and I had always been very close, and being an only child, we had a special bond.
Now she was such a handson grandmother, too.
When I’d fallen pregnant with my eldest, Oliver, now nine, I was just 17.
I was so young, but Mum was so supportive.
‘You can do this,’ she said, when I was scared about the future. ‘You’ll be a great mum.’
Esmae came along three years later, and with Mum, 55, and my stepdad Steve, 57, just around the corner, they were an amazing help to me and my husband…