I’ve spoken about Little Man’s tearful drop-offs when he started nursery almost two years ago. As with most children, the settling-in period was tough. Very tough. For him and for me. To see those tears every morning as I tried to smile and walk away, even as he screamed “Mummy” and hoped I would turn around. To know I was leaving my little baby – unhappy, even if just for a while – while I enjoyed some child-free time. To begin to question my decision: was he still too young? Would he become introverted and insecure? Would he begin to hate me? Of course like most children, he was fine…