"My name is Helen, and I have an empty nest!" I feel like there should be a support group for those who have tended their nests, perfected the role of motherhood, and are now rediscovering their identity without children in the home.
Eighteen years ago, I became a mother. This week, we moved our oldest daughter Autumn into her new dorm room at college and although our nest is not yet empty, I'm struggling to view it as "half full."
I couldn't be more excited for my daughter. She has a huge scholarship to a prestigious university, and I have full confidence that she's fully prepared to step into this new phase. So why do I feel like someone is ripping out my aorta?