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I fell victim to the deranged panic some feel when our kids are away

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When my son was a tiny baby, a doctor attending to him locked me out of the room. There is nothing like the deranged panic of a mother separated from her newborn. I screamed, and hammered on the door, and by the time my perfectly healthy child was returned to me by the bemused doctor, I could barely breathe.

Over the subsequent years, I got used to being separated from my son. There were his visits with Nana, then he was off to creche, then pre-school, then school, and then uni. I didn’t get separation anxiety when we said goodbye in the morning; some days I couldn’t wait to get him out the door.

The same panic occurs no matter the child's age. If something happens to my child, I am a million miles away. If something happens to my child, I might not even know!Credit:iStock

I never imagined I’d feel that deranged panic of separation again. But why would I? My son lived with me, and I pretty much always knew vaguely where he was. Either he was home with me, or at uni, or with a mate. I may not have known precisely which street he was in, but I knew he........

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