She frequently asked herself that question and just as frequently feared that she’d been wanting in a lot of respects. And yet, she thought, she’d raised them to be independent people, able to cope with life on their own. Even Steffie was managing to keep her head above water with that company of hers despite being the child most like Jenny herself – dreamy and not entirely practical. Admittedly she and Pascal had helped her out in ways they hadn’t had to with Roisin or Davey, but it had been worth it to see their younger daughter finally finding her place. Davey, her easy-going son, seemed to have found his place too, although she wished it wasn’t in another country. But he was happy with his latest girlfriend. Davey didn’t do love and girlfriends very well, so despite the fact that – like all Irish mothers – she would have liked him to settle down at home with someone suitable, she was pleased he’d found someone he was happy with, at least for now. Roisin, of course, had never really been a worry because practically from the moment she’d been born she had been quietly determined about what she wanted from life.
