There’s a saying in Ireland and some parts of England: ‘I love your bones.’ She never used the saying until she had children of her own, never really understood its true meaning. It means I love you inside and out. It means I love you to bits (the good bits and bad bits). It applies to children who grow before your eyes, the small child contained somewhere within the young adult who is suddenly taller than you: children who exasperate one minute and delight the next, whose strengths and weaknesses are as achingly apparent as your own.