tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160014779648378179.post349637232756486986..comments2010-01-19T15:44:41.924-05:00Comments on The Longest Days, The Shortest Years: Not Empty Nest SyndromeOskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288536214705430137noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160014779648378179.post-83282058495540172102009-11-11T12:03:23.588-05:002009-11-11T12:03:23.588-05:00I can relate to all of you very well. When my olde...I can relate to all of you very well. When my oldest went off to college ( I had a teenager and 8 year old at home) I never expected to feel so depressed and alone. Right up to the day we drove her down to Orlando and helped her move in I was in denial. On the drive home I cried and cried and could barely drive. For weeks I could not pull out of it. I had thought this kind of feeling was only for moms whose LAST child had left home. I remember lying the bathtub crying and sobbing for hours and not knowing quite why I was going through all of this- I still had my other two- but I missed my Angie!<br /><br />She is now in her final year of nursing school and will graduate in May. She already works as a nusring assistant and I am so proud of her! I still miss her!!!I talk to her often. I just found out last month that she is getting married and is very happy and content. This makes me so happy for her.<br /><br />Now my 18-year-old is going to finish up her A.A. degree in June and I have no idea what she will be doing after that. At least this time I will be bit more prepared for the sadness! :(Lori G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00401861923744458664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160014779648378179.post-4208258636322593952009-11-10T19:28:53.204-05:002009-11-10T19:28:53.204-05:00When my son left for college, I was completely bli...When my son left for college, I was completely blindsided by the depth of my feelings. After all, he had worked hard, got in to a good school, and was going off to do exactly what I had hoped he would. Why then, did I feel as if I had a hole in my heart for a full year? I still had his teenage sister at home... Didn't matter. They apparently each occupy their own distinct space in my heart. That awful feeling miraculously began to resolve a year later, when I took him back to school, and witnessed the pure joy when he and his school friends reconnected after their summer apart. In that moment, as they grinned and hugged their hellos, I got this sense that all was right with the world; he was right where he was supposed to be. And it continued to get easier. The years have flown by ever faster, and this May, I'll be going to his college graduation. Thankfully, what I've also noticed is that, as he's grown up and out, so has his appreciation for his mother, and his ability to express it. A nice bonus, especially when still dealing with his teenage sister, still at home, and not quite there yet. Even so, I confess I'm in no hurry for the less than 2 years to pass, when she'll head off to her first year of college, and wonder if there'll be another hole in my heart...Terriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11933974990594109259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160014779648378179.post-44122969393071131832009-09-24T15:54:14.321-04:002009-09-24T15:54:14.321-04:00I didn't know we had this in common, Heidi. It...I didn't know we had this in common, Heidi. It's quite the defining fact of life.Oskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04288536214705430137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6160014779648378179.post-78927016367374590582009-09-24T14:25:19.710-04:002009-09-24T14:25:19.710-04:00I want to thank you for this post, it made me refe...I want to thank you for this post, it made me refect on many things.<br />I had never connected my lack of tears at the drop off at the dorm,to my Mothers death. I am now more than a decade older than my Mother was when she passed of cancer. She never lived to see me enter highschool. I think there is a very large part of my heart that celebrates the moments with my kids that I never shared with my Mother. <br />A sadness never came over me, I was thrilled and in the moment when I dropped my daughter at the dorm, as we kissed and I walked down the hall..."talk to you later". Of course cell phones and IM's keep her in my day to day life.<br />I wonder what my Mother would have said if she had been the one to drop me off at school? I wonder if a memory of that would have brought tears to my eyes when I left mine at the dorm......I will say this, the hugs are longerer and the time spent together is sweeter.HiHohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17953898819158016809noreply@blogger.com