<p>Mine left in the fall last year. I looked everywhere on the internet to confirm that I was not the only one who was not coping. I mean I still went to work, kept a happy face on and cheerfully sent texts and emails. But inside, I felt like my daughter had died. I felt like I had lost her and was doing some serious grieving. </p>
<p>Everyone calls it “empty nest” but to me it was much more of a loss. I felt a hole in my heart. My life is super busy; I barely have time to accomplish all the things I set myself up for, but while going through these motions, times when I was alone, I wept-I would say for a good solid two months every single day. </p>
<p>I’m not saying these things to scare anyone or to feel sorry for myself (I’m way past that). I’m saying it because i think it would have helped me to have my feelings validated by one other person on the planet when I was grieving so hard. Reading these posts sort of brings it back for me and I tear up just thinking of what some of you will have to go through. But little by little, it does get better, you do recover for the most part. </p>
<p>I tried to get ready for her leaving and kept saying to others and myself- “I’m fine, really, I’m great”, until it happened. When asked, and I told people how hard it was and they looked at me like “what is wrong with you?” Then I stopped telling them when they inquired. </p>
<p>What really devastated me was the idea that they turn 18 and our culture tells us it is time for them to leave us. And the reality is that once you kiss them goodbye, on that momentous day, it will never be the same again. Sure, she comes home, we have fun, do things like we used to. But she is a visitor in my home. I can feel it. She comes with a suitcase and leaves with one. She says, “I have to go home Sunday morning”-referring to college. Her friends are her new family. They take care of her when she is sick. Don’t get me wrong, I still have a great relationship with her and we text and talk. I don’t initiate and I wait for her to call me when she has time. And I do have my own life. My own.</p>
<p>I’m so glad she is at a great university, growing up and becoming a fine young woman. I can pretend all I want, but I miss the smell of her, her messy room, her playing stupid video games, her friends, her laziness, her brilliance and quiet eloquence- all of it. And I’ll never have that back again. She moved away. I still miss her terribly.</p>