His fists clenched, I watched my son Theo, seven, punch at the air.
‘Ha!’ he cried, in his white karate suit.
‘Go Theo!’ I cheered, as my hubby, Austin, 29, our son Oliver, almost two, and Theo’s dad Damien, 39, clapped too.
It was September 2025, and I was bursting with pride as Theo collected his orange belt from his sensei.
‘I did it!’ he beamed, running over.
‘I knew you would,’ I replied proudly.
At 101cm tall, Theo, who was born with achondroplasia – a type of dwarfism – was used to putting his mind to the things he wanted to achieve.
A fighter since the day he was born in June 2018, Theo had become stuck during my 18-hour labour, so I was rushed in for an emergency…
