Years ago, when my children were quite young, a co-worker lamented to me about her sadness when her youngest son left home. I would walk by this normally highly productive, multi-tasker’s office only to find her staring off into space. Though I listened and sympathized with my friend, I recall wondering how she could be so effected. After all, she was one of the busiest people I knew.
Now, I am 62 and this fall, my youngest left for college in a far away state. Suddenly, our home seems strangely quiet, too big, and yes, cleaner. On facebook, I connect to other parents who are also newly aware of the change in their parent status. One mother made a beautiful typo. Instead of saying: “I now have an empty nest,” she wrote “I now have an empty next.”
As a therapist, I seized on this. Could be a Freudian slip. A person says one thing but unconsciously reveals another truth. Mostly it struck me on an emotional level, as a poetic interpretation of the transition that I find myself in.
What’s next? When you are feeling a loss, it is not always the first thought that you have. But, eventually, you may come around to “What am I going to do now?” And, just like that, the old adage appears. “When one door closes, another door opens.” An open door at 62 is a bit different than an open door at 22. I am an optimist, but I am also a realist. The possibilities are not exactly endless. But, they are real possibilities.
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