Everyone handles empty nest syndrome differently. My only child is a senior at Charlotte High School this year and, as such, is getting ready to graduate. She attended her prom last week — wearing a dress I thought might cause her father to have a heart attack — and will be packing off to the University of Central Florida this coming fall — along with 60,000 of her closest friends. In the past 12 years, I have been a homeroom mom, uniform mom, teacher’s assistant, library assistant, office assistant, band mom, cookie baker, field trip chaperone and have provided support to just about any other endeavor asked of me by the public school system. I have enjoyed not only being close to my daughter, but watching all of her classmates grow from the cute little troublemakers that they were, to the respectable adults they are on the verge of becoming.
So, am I making plans to turn her bedroom into a sewing room or an art studio? No, my empty nester issues run much deeper than that. Especially at this time of year. Not graduation time, but baby season. I do not suffer from empty nest syndrome — I celebrate it!
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