The Art of Letting Go as Children Grow
Why doesn’t it get any easier? Each day I wake up, a tight knot in my stomach, a feeling of heaviness weighed down by sadness. When my eldest daughter went to university, a part of me left too. When she was born, I didn’t even imagine there’d be a time when she’d become an adult, leave home, and begin her own journey.
Subconsciously, as each year passed, I was aware that she was becoming more independent, needing me less and that the dynamics of our relationship were gradually changing. It was like I was grieving for a part of my life that would be lost forever. I changed as a wife, a mother, a woman. I struggled so much with my identity, my role in life, who I was and what I would become.
The realisation that my children were growing up came as a shock and affected me deeply. I was unprepared for how this would impact me emotionally and it took me almost a year to start to feel like myself again.