Last weekend I dropped my adult daughter off at a major regional airport for her 7 hour flight to Abu Dhabi. She was travelling alone.

When I arrived home, I connected to a flight app which enabled me to track the movement of her plane as it left the UK over The Wash and flew over continental Europe, over Turkey, and Iran and the Gulf before arriving at her destination.

Of course, she was able to let me know that she had arrived safely and had been met at the airport by her friend.

During the week we have had an array of photographs and messages indicating the highlights of her holiday.

It is strange how when we create a physical distance between us, there is something within us which draws us closer together.

In a strange way, I have felt more connected with her during this absence than I would normally have experienced in the everyday  normality of life.

Its not that I don’t love her deeply, it is just that I am not normally so conscious of it.

The experience deep within, has somehow been forced up to the surface throughout this separation and reminded me of the enormity of my love for all my children, now grown into adults and how, despite occasional difficulties which we experience in our family, my ability to experience and demonstrate my love for them will never fade.

My next blog will be: Opportunity Cost

William Defoe