Experiencing the Empty Nest Blues
Elise Welburn Martin

As the mother of an only child, a wonderful adult daughter living a life that transported her from home almost a decade ago, I sympathize with all Empty Nester’s. Feeling sad is natural, unavoidable, and eased with each expression. Most helpful for me are two things. First, reinvigorating my own adult relationships, especially by focusing on myself and on my husband (with gratitude that he sees this as essential too.) And, second, discovering ways to keep in touch with our daughter, being pleased when she calls “just to say hi,” and committing to get together when time, money and competing priorities permit. Of course, that’s not as often as I’d like, as we live on opposite coasts. Yet each visit becomes a treasure trove of memories. At my age, memories are sustenance. Gradually, time spent grieving our empty nest lessens, though it never goes away. C’est la vie?

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