My experience with empty nesting sucks. I swear it has been shredding my heart like The Hulk did his t-shirts. What do I do when my life’s heart walks out the door to follow his own path? Who am I when the reason I wake up in the morning declares his independence and leaves? I am certainly not going to even think about holding him back, so of course, that means I have to blog about it. I am not ready to go grocery shopping for just 2 people. I am not ready to be able to sleep without having to wait up for him at night. The thing with this, though, is that my being ready or not has no influence on the outcome. It’s going to happen. My son is what I helped him become so he could leave and be happy. Trying to focus on what to do next I realized that I need to survey my own emotional territory and analyze what is has and what it lacks. I am so ready to start this expedition and explore things I might like, challenge assumptions, be open to new lessons, and try to figure out what makes me “me” outside of being a mom. I want to feel at home in my own skin. I want to know what it is I bring to the table. I want to feel and love my worthiness.
I am hoping you will participate with me in the conversation. Processing things alone doesn’t go as far as a good convention of life experiences. I say there is no such thing as too many cooks in the kitchen, except, I am not a cook, but that’s ok because this is just a blog. No flying pans are expected around here.
