We’re two months in and I still feel lost. On one hand, I’m so excited for him and all of the wonderful life-changing things he’s getting to experience and learn, but on the other hand, I wish he was that happy little boy who still needed his mommy.
I know that they all grow up and leave the nest because we’ve been there twice…yes twice before, but something about this time just feels so different; maybe it’s the fact that it’s all happening a year sooner than originally expected or the fact that I know he’s the only one we had left at home. Whatever the reason, I know that I’m still not where I need to be on my journey to find my “new normal.” Does it even really exist?
