Just remember for one moment that we haven't always been a parent, that before being totally consumed by our little bundle of joy we were happy individuals. We were strong independent women. That's what we were and that's what we can be again (I say, sitting up straight with a determined face)! I'm not going to let this empty nest get me down! We should be proud of ourselves for bringing up our children into good well rounded individuals. Yes, we did it! A pat on the back!
But we'll soon discover that our "mum skills" are very much in demand. How to cook this, do we have to defrost that? What's the best washing detergent to buy? Why has the chicken we've just roasted have no breast meat on it? (because it's you've cooked it upside down). How much does this cost? How much does that cost?
See, our job hasn't finished has it! It's just changed slightly. But now it's time for us to do whatever we want. Want to cook naked? Now you can, (though I wouldn't advise it)! Want to play Michael Bublè at full volume? You can with no one complaining that he doesn't rap.
You've probably guessed by now that my son is leaving home (again). He left about a year ago but came back after six months. I'll never forget it. Hubs was away working at the time (so I could cry all the time and feel sorry for myself). On his last night at home we watched an episode of Cougar Town, ironically it was about Travis leaving home and how difficult it was for Jules his mum. She wanted a poignant moment together which summed up their relationship and I wanted the same. There was so many things I wanted to say to my son-
•We've had a good time haven't we?
•I'm very proud of you.
•Thank you for being a good son.
•We did it mate, didn't we?
•I always be your mum and I'll always be here for you.
•Oh and I'm not going to do your laundry!
But when it came to it, son just hugged me for about ten seconds and I couldn't speak, nothing came out of my mouth and do you know what? It didn't matter, the silence from both of us spoke volumes and that was our poignant moment. Tomorrow (september 14th) I've got to do it all over again. Will it be easier the second time? Will I be stronger? I doubt it. I'll just give him a hug and try my hardest not to cry (though I know I'll fail) and say see you later and he'll go. Then I'll retreat to my bedroom and sob and sob and sob some more then take a couple of migraine tablets (I won't be caught out this time).
I know I'll get used to son not living here but I think hubs and I will consider moving house to somewhere smaller. New beginnings for all of us. New home, maybe new hobbies. It's going to be an exciting time I suppose with new challenges and adventures. Starting with two weeks in Rhodes (a Greek island)!
But wherever I am, whatever I'm doing I'm still, and always will be, his mum.
So dear readers, How do we cope when our children leave home?