Recently, I have been thinking about growing older gracefully.

I found a grey hair a few weeks ago and I still have that grey eyelash I developed while I was pregnant with my firstborn.

The fact is, you become all too aware of your own mortality when you have children, especially as they grow so fast, and that only means one thing – I am getting older too.

This is not something I worry about at all, but there is no getting away from it. I genuinely feel healthier now than I did as a teenager, still as happy as or even happier than the moment Michael and I got together, and have a better home versus work life balance than I did in my 20s.

On Sunday, it was my grandad’s 84th birthday party. Now, anyone who meets him completely understands why he is dearly loved and he is such a clever, active man, who has a zest for life.

I am really proud of him and everything he has achieved. He completed his National Service in the 1950s, started as an apprentice at First Browns steelworks at the age of 14 without formal qualifications, and then decided to go to night school and gained an HND in mechanical engineering which, years later, led him to retire as the maintenance manager for Sheffield Forge Masters.

Now, I am not sure I will be as driven as he is, but it did make me think I have still got years ahead of me to do so much more with my life.

I think we do not give the older generation the credit they deserve and we can learn lessons from them.

All my grandparents’ achievements were against the odds, so I have no excuses. So, from now on, I am not going to waste energy worrying about nonsense or something I have no control over.

Here’s to the future.