Half time is nearly here on the kids’ trip. There’ve only been floods of compliments, stories of praise, reflections of their beauty and might. It’s a bit overwhelming. I’d kind of like to tell the two of them how marvellous everyone finds them, and actually, how marvellous the Really Are.
Yet, another part of me says this is their trip, their experience and what type of impression they are leaving behind, is truly up to them. It is such a joy to know it is no longer my responsibility to organise their activities, nor subtly remove obstacles from their path, nor steer the direction of their intellectual pursuits. They have definitely taken off on their own journey. It has just taken a while for me to realise this.