TRUE-LIFE
Peggy Means, 60
I clamped my hands over my ears as my daughter Jennifer bounced up and down beside me.
‘Great pass, Skylar,’ she cheered.
Jennifer, then 35, had signed her three boys up for football as soon as they were old enough.
Now she was always the loudest mum on the sidelines!
My grandsons, Skylar, then 15, Daeton, 13, and Julian, 11, were good boys.
I put that down to Jennifer's brilliant parenting.
I loved going along to their football games when I could, but she never missed a match.
‘I couldn't even hear my coach, you were so loud,’ Skylar moaned, as he trudged off the pitch,
