I know she will. Tell me she will please. 
DD (9) left today for almost four weeks in New Zealand with ex-DP. It's an amazing opportunity for her, and I'm sure she'll have a fantastic time. I know that NZ is as safe a place for her to be as here, and that the chances of something awful (plane crash, drowning, car crash, drowning, falling off volcanoes, drowning, and did I mention drowning?
) happening are miniscule. But I've still been filled with unshakeable dread and middle-of-the-night disaster-mongering in my anxious brain.
It doesn't help that DD's been quite teary the last few days, with lots of 'I'll miss you SO much mummy' and ' this is our last day together' - cue me saying hurriedly and very firmly 'last day until you come home safe and sound and happy!!' 
I'm BU to be so fearful, right? It is entirely reasonable to assume that she will be absolutely fine in NZ, and not worry any more than if she were just at her dad's house?