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| My mother around the time that I was born |
If we could pick our mothers, just as we pick flowers, I wonder what they would be? Prime Ministers or primary school teachers? Celebrities or stay-at-home mums?
'What do you want to be when you grow up?' I asked the nine-year-old daughter of a friend of mine the other day. 'Successful' came the reply, 'like my mum.' Her mother is a respected artist who works from home, sharing her time and her talent with those she loves most.
The greatest gift a mother can give her child is time. Looking at the grieving Carol Thatcher this week I couldn't help wondering if this is where The Iron Lady went woefully wrong. What do you think?
