George's 'plane left the gate in Vancouver at 23:50. Estimated time of arrival in Sydney, 10:38 (Sunday) which is 18:38 (Saturday) in our time zone, i.e. thirty hours since we put the luggage into our car yesterday afternoon to drive to the airport (admittedly via a pub for lunch, stopping to look at the Hogs Back Falls more flooded and tempestuous than I've ever seen them before). George and Jonathan had to travel via Montreal on their way home, which had them taking off in the wrong direction and flying back over Ottawa again four hours later.
Predictably, we were very sad to say goodbye yesterday but it comforts Chris and me to see our son looking forward to being back at home and at work. We talked about this on our own way home. If he'd showed signs of distress at leaving us we'd feel far more worried about him.
Our policy as parents has always been the same. It's like holding butterflies in your hands. You can't clutch them too tightly or you'll break their wings. When the moment comes (repeatedly) you've got to open your hands and let them fly.
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