Joanne King, 57, from Liverpool
Waiting at the school gates, it wasn’t long before I saw a certain someone running towards me.
‘Mum, look what one of the girls has given me today,’ my son Oliver gleamed, showing off a shiny £1 coin in his hand.
And it wasn’t the first time that I’d caught Oliver having an admirer.
In fact, I’d constantly find notes and pictures in his school bag from people in his class – he was extremely popular with all of the girls in his class, that was for sure!
And it was clear as to why…
That’s something me and my husband Mark, now 60, had realised from the moment that Oliver was born.
With Emmerdale playing in the background as I gave birth on 21 January 1999, our boy came out weighing a healthy 7lb 11oz at the Liverpool Women’s Hospital.
And despite us both being parents for the first time, unable to prepare for what the whole process would actually be like, labour was as textbook as it could have been – I think Mark needed more gas and air than I did!
After that moment, all we wanted to do was show our baby boy off.
Only, it was certainly a learning process.
After enjoying a meal at a Chinese restaurant with our friends, it was time to
