Thought for the day, 8 September 2022

On September 11 2001 - the day the world changed forever, challenging everything we thought we knew - I had a cherished baby. My first.

We were going to celebrate his 21st this weekend, all of us as a family - and I was really looking forward to it. But today he tested positive.

I asked how we could support him. It's a thing you ask again and again as a parent watching her child grow up - always wondering, always anxious, whether you're doing enough or getting it right.

And he told me, with a raw and powerful emotional honesty, exactly what he needs.

He wants saveloys dropped off at his house.

So I don't know why I've been questioning my parenting these last couple of decades, because I've obviously been ****ing awesome.

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