My mother-in-law can do no wrong, at least not in the eyes of my two-year-old. To my daughter, Nanny is a hero, a saint, a model of perfection. When Nanny’s around, there’s no one else who will do – whether the need is comfort for a boo-boo or soothing to sleep.

For my part, I stand in the wings and smile, chasing off the demon that whispers to me of my inadequacy. I’m a Grandma’s Girl too, so I relate. There are worse people she could admire and follow; in fact, I would say there are few better.

And besides, wouldn’t I love to have Nanny rub my back to soothe me to sleep, or have her cuddle up and rock me when I’m crying, or have her rescue me from the dangers of the world?