Veronica Writes

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"Don't cry because it's over. Smiling considering it happened." -Dr Seuss

Having The Spawn come and go in such brusk and hectic celebratory spurts gave me some interesting insight into how I deal with my empty nest practiced-byes.

Not well, it seems.

No matter how long they've been out of the nest, no affair how happy they are, no matter how I set up myself, no matter how much I write well-nigh information technology – I can't seem to keep myself from being head-over-heels depressed every time I have to say skilful-bye to my immature adult offspring.

Information technology hits me like a ton of bricks. Seriously, I weep similar Tammy Faye Bakker on the 2nd 24-hour interval of her catamenia — a regular air-sucking, mascara-dripping, please-God-nobody-see-me sob fest.

One would think I'd be used to good-byes past now. Or that I've somehow figured out how to prepare for the letdown. After all, The Spawn are all finished with higher and it'south been over ten years since we've had a full time, live-in offspring.

Prior to a visit, I'm obnoxiously ecstatic. Bouncing off the walls happy. I certainly don't want to tarnish that feeling with the planning of the inevitable pit of despair at the end. So instead, I've been leaving an open void of time — just waiting there for me to autumn into, dragging cocky-pity in behind me.

Seeing The Spawn never fails to fulfill me. I am always surprised at how hands I can slip fully back into Mommy style, it's a huge function of who I am. When I'm around them I smile bigger, laugh harder and feel and so comfortably myself. The heartstrings sing — and dig in hard.

Having to let go from those good-bye hugs at the airport is literally physically challenging. I experience like I've simply run a marathon (okay, I've never really run a marathon, merely information technology looks really difficult). I tin can't take hold of my breath, at that place'south a tightening in my chest and exhaustion soon sets in.

I take to strength myself not to have to my bed with my smelling salts.

On the plus side, I'm finding that I have a quicker recovery time. What used to last weeks is at present a matter of days.

Growth, right?

Does this mean it gets gradually easier until the post-departing depression goes completely away? Or exercise I need to learn to brace myself for the inevitable and learn new means to cope with information technology?

Veronica, GypsyNester.com

YOUR Plow: Practise you have similar experiences? Whatever advice on how I tin can avoid post-parting depression? Suggestions, please!

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