It has struck me today what a powerfully emotional experience it must be to be a grandmother. In twenty or thirty years’ time, when (if!) I become a grandmother, what will it be like?

Will I trust my daughter to be a good enough mother to my grandchildren? Or will I nag and complain and say “in my day…” and generally do my thoughtless worst to undermine her?

Will I take it as an opportunity to re-evaluate my own mothering experience? How will my mothering stand up to hindsight? What will it be like to see my daughter’s mothering, and to feel regret at the things she knows and does that I never did or could?