It's been a while since I wrote a post - life has been hectic. But something has happened: my son has left home.
No-one warns you. Oh I have heard a few mutterings about "empty nest syndrome", but nothing that comes close to the emotional turmoil that you feel when a child leaves home. Maybe it is worse because he is an only child, maybe the point of having more children is to distract you when the oldest ones grow up and leave. I don't know. But what I do know is that I have a terrible feeling that part of my life is over, like losing a long held job quicker than you thought was possible. I feel more than a little redundant and sad, and yet so terribly proud - yes I wanted to hold onto him for longer but he has left me as a man, a very good, sensible, kind, ambitious, loving, happy and independent man.
