Lilo & Stitch

I learned in those eight years is that home is where you make it, and we were in the White House for eight years, but it wasn’t the house. It was us in it. It was our value and our love for each other.

You have to love your children unselfishly. That is hard. But it is the only way.

The joy is still there when I see Sean. He didn’t come out of my belly, but my God, I’ve made his bones, because I’ve attended to every meal, and how he sleeps, and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I’m so proud of all his things. But he is my biggest pride.

My most important title is “mom-in-chief”. My daughters are still the heart of my heart and the centre of my world.

Never fret for an only son, the idea of failure will never occur to him.

I’m going to let people know that it’s cool to have a child and be young and still be a good mom. It’s really tough, but I’m doing it.

When I’m happier and healthier, my family is happier and healthier, and it affects how I interact with my friends and the people I work with.

My son has a big Christmas problem – what do you buy for a father who has everything and you’re using it?

To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.

I met with my lawyers. They gave me all the wrong advice. For a long time I refused to accept the child was mine. I should have met her, arranged a DNA test and accepted my responsibility.

It’s incredible watching my son grow up and learn to read, discover the world and test boundaries. Being a mum is the greatest joy of my life, definitely.

I am lucky because my family are comfortably off. My father has his own glass business.

I know some people say it’s not the best to work with your family, but I have never understood that because it’s always worked so well for me.

People say: “Oh yeah, jobs for the boys”. I wish. You’ve got to fight even harder with a family like mine.

The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.