I don't think that anything anyone says will stop you worrying; it's natural. I am the same where my children and grandchildren are concerned - if I had the choice I'd confine them to the house permanently until someone told me that every risk had been eliminated. But you can't live life like that. DH was posted to Londonderry in 1972; we arrived the day after Bloody Sunday. If you want to know what high alert was, it doesn't come much higher. My mother begged me not to go and take the children, but if we hadn't gone, and tried to give DH a normal life to come home to it would have been awful for him. Sometimes he wouldn't come home for days at a stretch and all he wanted to do was see his kids. On the rare occasions he got time off, we tried to do normal things as far as restrictions would allow. One thing that was apparent from the start as the way the media (especially the tabloids) at home hyped things up beyond belief at times, so that you wondered sometimes whether they were talking about the same place you were living in. The young are not so risk averse as we oldies - I wasn't then. They are not blind to the risks, but they weigh them up and get on with it. I'm sure your daughter will enjoy her birthday, felice. Wonderful place Belgium - my DD was born there!
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