Pictures of Victoria Beckham proudly kissing her lad Brooklyn on the red carpet at the Harpers Bazaar Woman of the Year Awards brought on a little stab of jealousy in my mother-heart.
Oh how I yearn for the days, long lost, when my son would have greeted such a public display of affection without a fig for what anyone else thought.
Victoria, ignore anyone who says you’re embarrassing him. There’s nothing wrong in showing how delighted you are that your first-born is turning out to be a confident, sweet and charming lad.
It must have been quite a night; I guess picking up an award for your Special Contribution to British Fashion feels pretty sweet after years of being derided in the press for your dress sense. But your obvious joy at having your first-born on your arm showed what really matters the most to you is how your kids turn out.
Make the most of it while you can, though. Brooklyn is 14. I reckon you’ve got another 18 months, max, before you’ll be booted into touch should you dare to give him so much as a peck on the cheek. Once testosterone takes over, a lad is genetically programmed to loosen the bond with his mother. I’ve heard they do come back to you, but I’m still waiting. It’s probably not helped by wistful reminders that I was once the woman he said he was going to marry...