VIEWPOINT
Jenni Murray
Our columnist used to be sad that she wouldn't ever be a grandmother, but now judging by some of her friends’ experiences, she’s reconsidered her position
One of my two sons has just turned 40, the other is 36. They both have lovely, well-educated, professional partners. They’re very busy, very happy and have stated they have no intention to reproduce. I’ve made no comment on this. I’ve never asked a question about their future plans.
After all, it is none of my business. The decision about having children or not is up to them.
Where, then, does that leave me? I did at one time have a fantasy. In my fantasy, one of my two boys would give me a granddaughter. I would be to her what my grandmother had been to me: loving, entertaining, generous, indulgent, full of information about nature, politics, music and drama and never the slightest bit strict.