As it goes with these ugly truth posts, I wrote this in an emotional fever. Not even going back to edit it. And then it sat in my drafts, me too scared to hit “Publish”, too scared to really share the emotions that go with this gig. Me going back and rereading it over and over again- can I share this? Can I put myself out there? And then I always get that nagging thought- “You are not alone. There’s so many families out there in this same exact position. 1 in freaking 45 families according to the newest data. Other people need to know they are not alone too. That’s why you started blogging.” So here it is. Straight from my diary.
A few weeks ago my youngest sister moved out of our parent’s home to begin her journey to adulthood and independence. This was the first time in 32 years that she didn’t have children living at home. 32 years. My Mom was officially an empty-nester.
I can only imagine how tricky that transition must be.
Seriously, I really can ONLY imagine. The reality is I will most likely never have an empty nest.
My biggest fear is the future. Not necessarily my future. But Brian’s future. The not knowing part of his future. Every once in a while I read something or I see something that just sets me into an anxiety attack. Yesterday I had one of those moments. I was at a residential home teaching the […]