Bouncing on the trampoline in our garden, my son Ryan, 12, got higher and higher with every boing.
‘Careful,’ I laughed, as his sisters waited their turn.
I thought back to Ryan as a toddler.
Desperate to scramble up to the trampoline but not quite big enough.
‘Seems like only yesterday,’ I said to my husband Mike.
It was March 2022, and Ryan was now a healthy, energetic young lad.
Full of giggles, he'd be ambushing us with his Nerf gun one moment, reeling off facts about his favourite Pokémon the next.
‘Look what I caught,’ he said later that day, showing me his latest Pokémon Go catch on his
