This morning, on our way back from dropping our daughter at nursery, my husband and I remarked on how happy she has been over the past few days. He pointed out that she was sleeping well and that she had finally reacclimated to our routine at home after a few days away in Devon on a very rainy surfing holiday. That conversation – our smug satisfaction at the importance of routine and security for children – haunted me as I looked at photos of girls a few years older than mine (click through above), who had fled Syria for Jordan, where they are pictured smiling in a makeshift EU-funded school in a tent. Children are resilient. But they shouldn’t have to be.