So my youngest child turned 18 on the weekend. I knew it was coming and I’d been thinking a lot about transitions leading up to this momentous date. She was moving from a child to an adult; I was moving from a mother to….what, exactly? Since motherhood has been one of the defining characteristics of my identity for so long, it’s a lot of work to shift my thinking and come up with something new. I know, I know, even though my children are adults, they still need me in various ways BUT the fact remains that I must come up with a new purpose – activities and to fill my time and my heart, (one which has been inflated and the other, deflated!).
I suppose we’re all constantly going through transitions of one kind or another. It’s part of being human. Keep growing, friends.