She thought she would be so clever and smart to prepare for this time. She thought with lots of thinking, researching, and digging deep that this time might not be so painful. She thought she could maybe avert the emptiness (empty nest) inside she didn’t want to feel, knowing it would hurt so much.. So, she thought, she researched, and she dug deep, very deep, in fact….and still the emptiness is starting to be felt. The ache of this end to this chapter in motherhood, this chapter in life. The feelings that she too needs to move on in her world to the next chapter. It’s almost here and the feelings and the tears are starting to bubble up and flow over..
It’s the natural progression of time, of family, of motherhood and really in the end, she would not want it any other way. She has actively and methodically prepared these girls for years to spread their wings, to take flight, and now its time to watch them soar. She also is starting to feel the flapping of her wings, the wind pushing at her back, and the lightness of responsibilities giving her the boost to take flight. She can sit safely, quietly in the empty nest, or she can push herself over the edge of the nest and see if she can fly again. She may land in the branches, she may twirl to the ground, but she will eventually re-learn this process of flying on her own, and the freedom and the wind in her face will feel warm and alive.