My mum, all those years ago, insisted on revision being done at the table where she could keep an eye on us. She’d also ask for a book and do random questions, or vocabulary tests.
We were there for our children, but my only attempt a ‘helicoptering’ was when DD’s coursework involved carrying out a questionnaire she’d had to devise which meant questioning random strangers in the town centre.
I was ordered to “stay in the café and stop hovering”.
Oh and yes, we did drop her off at Uni, because we had a car. I’m sure my parents would have done if they’d been able to.
Bereavement wipes out everything


but infuriatingly it is also sometimes incredibly useful.
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