You make an interesting point Huguenot. When I first came to uni in London, my mum drove me down from t'north. She was all concern and I was desperate to get on and meet new people, but she'd driven me a long way and wanted to stay all day and take me for dinner and I couldn't really bring myself to say no - even though I knew it was more for her than it was for me, and in all honesty, I was mortified at being the only person on campus whose mum was hanging around. The result was that while all the cool kids were meeting each other and finding out where the bar was, I was stuck with my mum and so the only friends I had for the first couple of weeks were my terribly boring immediate neighbours in halls. People actually commented that I was the one who'd brought my mum with me to uni. I got away from that moniker in my own time, but I would caution against over-protectiveness - one of the most valuable things you can learn at uni is how to fend for yourself (with, obviously, free laundry services at home).