Do you regret letting your child become a chorister and a boarder?
My son, aged 9, has become, practically-speaking, a prisoner at school. By the time he finishes 5 years of this he will not remember what normal family life is at all. He is free to leave for a few hours only on a Sunday afternoon - in winter it is soon too dark even to take the dog for a walk at theis time and the town closes down at about 5, so there is basically nowhere to hang out. Holidays are weird - short because of singing commitments - just an exercise in marking time till he leaves again. The year before he left, waiting for him to start this school, was like waiting for him to die. It felt as if we were doing everything for the last time, which we were.
Does anybody regret their child becoming a chorister boarder?