Took my little boy to school today. Recently, he insists on waving to us all the way in, the last wave taking place as he stands in the doorway of the classroom, not looking sad but instead smiling a toothy grin. Still, you would think I was leaving him at the very gates of Colditz. Or the train station for a first term at some distant boarding school. That will never happen, of course, but it leads me to thinking – do we make things too comfortable at home? Is that the reason for this protracted goodbye, or is it really us that he is missing? Looking at him, I also wonder – is it possible to love someone too much?

Mmm, I don’t think so.