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I'm sad but didn't cry. I think this is large part because I've been pre-grieving for a good 18 months--very conscious of how quickly time was going and how many events were the last.
Also, the kid I just dropped off made it really difficult for us the past 2 months. She is awesome and capable and funny and smart but woah, she was not easy to live with for the months of July and August. A weird mix of anxiety, anger (sometimes rage), and know-it-all-ness. I had really reached the end of my rope. I'm a really hands-on parent and I've loved being a parent but I was pushed to my limit. To be honest, it felt almost like sending her to inpatient therapy or the hospital---like she medically she NEEDED to go and fly and transition to the next step. She's an older teen (19 in Sept) and I think this contributed. |
or she could just feel her feelings and ignore people who think we should all be robots. |
Very interesting post. I do have a great village and am grateful for it. Both sets of (loving) grandparents within an hour drive. I enjoy daily life with my kids. I enjoy doing things for them and with them. We can talk for hours and it’s just awesome. Yes, life will go on without them but it won’t be as compelling. I guess this is why some get pets- to have a living being to care for. I won’t get a pet. I do have a professional career that I love - maybe that in part makes me feel sadder. I haven’t spent 24/7 with my kids and my life hasn’t been all about them. I don’t feel this sense of “freedom” others mention. I feel happy for the kids but sad for me. Maybe this is why people push for grandkids. Lol. |
Well, don't go in there!! Really. Most of us know not to go in there -- for weeks. |
"Soiling the nest" is REAL. This was my DD last summer - by the time we dropped her off it was so bad. This summer before her sophomore year she was a joy again and we had a great relationship. Enjoy the break from each other and let is play out, for both of you. |
| I was on the Notre Dame campus today with DS who is going into 7th grade. It was for something completely unrelated to college, but it happened to be freshman moving in time. While we were walking to the parking lot there was a couple and their DS in front of us. I watched him hug them goodbye and walk away. I then watched the couple, who were clearly comforting each other holding hands, walk the other direction while the mom turned around 4 different times, each time she turned back to the dad crying harder. Complete strangers made me start crying while walking next to DS and thinking about how quickly it will come. |
| Struggling here. Managed to keep it together at the goodbye but coming home to the empty house has been hard. |
| Get a grip, people. |
I wrote the post above the one you are responding to. I will be 54 year when my last child leaves. And I suppose I’m just not willing to concede in advance that the decades ahead won’t be as compelling, as you said, as the two decades before. |
Thanks! This is so helpful! |
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I always thought this 2013 column in The Washington Post by Michael Gerson, a former speechwriter for George W. Bush, captured this “letting go” period well. Gerson died 9 years later at 58, of kidney cancer.
This should be a gift link: Michael Gerson: Saying goodbye to my child, the youngster https://wapo.st/41jOepR |
| I wasn’t super sad sending our youngest DS off last year. It was a rough year and he was pretty much ready to leave 8 months earlier. He’s been home this summer and is like a new person. We’ve had so much fun. I’m sad thinking about him going back. |