The Headmaster writes…
I first came across the poem below many years ago, as a scruffy, photocopied piece of paper stuck to the door of a friend's fridge. I can only vaguely remember when I saw it but I do remember that it was before we had children and, consequently, it seemed to hold little relevance for me. When I ‘rediscovered’ the poem, years later, its poignant message held much greater meaning for me and I now have it stuck to a board in my study. You may well be familiar with this poem, and its relevance will, of course, differ according to our own personal situations. If you don't already know it, I commend it to you.

The Headmaster writes…
We would probably all agree that there is no age or stage when our children don’t cause us to be anxious or concerned. They are, after all, our children forever and even when they may no longer be dependent in a financial sense (in time...) they remain dependent in an emotional sense and they will always need our love and support. Mature adults have different needs to babies, toddlers and young children and although those needs may be less time-consuming, they are often demanding of our emotions.