By Amanda Ferrari

Over the years Iāve interviewed hundreds of parents, educators, boarding staff and former boarders. Iāve spent countless hours talking about homesickness, transition, resilience and what it means to send your child away from home.
But today Iām sitting down with someone whose story Iāve never really explored.
My daughter, Annabel.
Now, that sounds a bit ridiculous when you say it out loud. After all, Annabel is twenty-nine years old. Sheās a paediatric occupational therapist, she runs her own business, sheās about to get married, and weāve shared a lifetime of conversations.
And yet, as I prepared for this interview, I realised there are some conversations weāve never actually had.
Weāve never really talked about what boarding school felt like from her side.
Weāve never talked about the uncertainty leading up to it.
Weāve never talked about the fact that my mother was dying in the year before she left home.
Weāve never talked about my last-minute decision to change schools.
Weāve never talked about what she was feeling while I was so busy managing my own grief, my own fears and my own determination to somehow get everybody through.
As parents, we often carry a version of these stories.
We remember the drop-off.
The tears.
The phone calls.
The holidays.
The milestones.
But what Iāve learned over the years is that our children often carry a completely different version of the same story.
So today, weāre going back.
Back to twelve-year-old Annabel.
A shy little country girl from Trangie who was excited to go to boarding school, terrified to leave home, and about to face one of the biggest transitions of her life.
And if youāre a parent preparing to send a child away, if youāre in the thick of it right now, or if youāre like me and occasionally find yourself looking back wondering whether you got it right, I think youāll find something in this conversation.
Because what unfolds over the next hour isnāt just Annabelās story.
Itās the story of what happens when a mother and daughter sit down eighteen years later and compare memories.
And some of what we discovered surprised both of us.
This is Part One of my conversation with my daughter, Annabel.


