It wasn't the oldest one leaving that was hard. My youngest leaving for college tore me up. I would walk in his room and cry everyday for the first three months. I finally did break out of it. My son was doing well at school, making new friends. 200 miles diodn't seem so far after all. My husband finally finished his Masters and we had lots of free time, to ourselves. We had a ball. We had worked hard to stay close while raising the kids We went on a cruise, went to Mexico, had sex in every room in the house and had a blast. 9 months later we got a call that changed our lives, again. We had to go get our 2 grandkids. Reunification was the gaol but last year the courts finally said 'enough" and stripped parental rights. They are now formally adopted. We have had to start all over again. If I knew then what I know now..I wouldn't have blown off 3 months crying.
at 1:17 PM on Nov. 13, 2009