Letting your children go, I am finding out, is such a beautiful, brutal thing - as Glennon Doyle says - brutiful. As mothers, we pour almost all of who we are into our children only for them to take flight and leave. When they go, they remove not only themselves, but they take a piece of us with them too.
This duality of both this extreme excitement and happiness for our children while also feeling sadness and a bit of grief is a bit hard for me to reconcile. I imagine that in time I will learn how to live with these conflicting emotions, but for now I am just trying to face one day at a time missing my boy while simultaneously being so very happy for him.