ahh, that empty nest thing
Hey, Blooms here,
So my youngest left home to go to uni.
One minute I am taking her to school every day, next minute she is packing up her stuff and moving away.
How does this even happen? I thought i’d be cool with it, but it looks like I wasn’t after all.
After she left, I was unable to go into her room for probably a month. It brought up too many tears, I suddenly wished I had done so many more things differently, and the regrets were piling up in my head.
Then I went for a bicycle ride. I always find getting outdoors clears my head somehow. I was listening to a playlist, rolling along a path under a canopy of trees when Born Slippy came on… I had to stop and tears just wouldn’t stop flowing down my face.
I missed her like she had died, I was grieving for her, I was grieving for everything that had changed.
I felt such a release from allowing myself to cry, letting those tears flow, smiling and crying, crying into sobs and sobbing into laughter.
Those raw emotions were like washing my face with healing, a sense of relief and tiredness as I continued on cycling out of that canopy and into the warm afternoon sun.
I went home to bed and I slept, I woke up and cried, I slept, I hugged my pillow, I was in my safe space.
Relishing in the silence, taking a cup of tea and writing down this stuff all helped.
I hope your doing okay too.
Take care x
One moment we are a parent, friend, nurturer, protector of our kids.
Now we have to reinvent ourselves, come up with a new game plan, change tact..
