This morning I drove my son and his girlfriend to the airport.
They are moving to Valencia for a couple of years to study and work.
The mum in me feels so proud, yet so utterly sad that this chapter of mine has come to an end somewhat, the once tiny hands of my son, his curious questions and gaze, his never ending energy and drive, the love my children brought over the years, have been replaced with an independent loving successful adults. Both my DC are doing great in life. I am full of pride. Yet so sad that this chapter of being needed in a way has ended.
Anyone relate?
The house just feels so empty and silent.
Helping them pack yesterday felt so sad yet so exciting, and the things they left behind I cannot bring myself to fold, put away and instead I am sat here sobbing a little surrounded by their things.
I have known for weeks that they were flying off towards new adventures so this is no surprise. This time when the kids fly the nest is not spoken off, and although its nice to have the whole place to myself, its the times ahead that I wonder about.
I know this is normal.
And no this is not something new either, the empty nest, I am sure most of us parents go through this period of our lives yet its come soo soon. Where did the years go?
I am left wondering what now? I am single, I have hobbies.
The worry is that now my nest is empty, my house feels silent. I am very active, I run, go to the gym, and work as an artist.
Mums out there, who are perhaps a few steps ahead of me, how is it for you now? How is life?