While I doubt most people would consider a snail to be an inspiring creature, when I came across one on a walk a few days ago I was struck by her strength, determination and resilience. In sun, wind and rain she skillfully overcomes each obstacle in her path, steadily progressing on her journey. Standing watching her, I also felt a sudden sense of pride (bear with me here, it's not bizarre as it sounds).

When we 'temporarily' relocated from the desert to the forest four years ago my youngest was introduced to snails for the first time by her cousin. After many happy hours playing with and naming them, the girls were sad when it was time to release them but knew the creatures would be happier exploring a field than living in a jar.

At the beginning of October this year my son returned to university, excited by his next step towards independence and world domination (no small aspirations for this one!). My eldest daughter, who despite great A' level results was unsure about her university choices, decided to take a gap year and go adventuring in London instead. Friends asked if I was worried about her, this girl who struggled through her GCSEs with anxiety and toxic friendships, who could comfortably navigate international airports but who I wouldn't allow to walk to school. A year ago I definitely would have been but over the last 12 months we’ve both grown more independent and now I know needs to be set free. She has a lovely flatmate, a fantastic apartment and a great job in a private members club where she’s making friends and meeting interesting people (Harrison Ford and friends adored her because she had no idea they were but was her natural sunny self; Mel B was less impressed). I make no apology if this sounds like bragging; from where she was to where she is now has been a huge journey and I’m an incredibly proud Mum.