It's the trauma of being hollowed out, shocked to empty.
And then all of a sudden they're back, and they need stuff.
Where did the hours go, the years go?
Suddenly you find yourself flung like a slingshot back in time, to before you ever had kids.
But it isn't exactly then, because they're here. And you can reach out and touch them, sort of, but let's be honest it will never be the same thing.
I walked around the house aimlessly yesterday. Not knowing what to do with all that free time I had craved.
Looked up "empty nest syndrome" on Wikipedia: discovered that there is, really, no such ailment.
But for me it's PTSD and the event hasn't even ended yet.
I find this whole time very confusing, and hope you don't mind that I share my swirling, chaotic emotions.
Copyright 2017 by Dr. Dannielle (Dossy) Blumenthal. All opinions are Dr. Blumenthal's own. This post is hereby released into the public domain. Photo by the author.