there is a moment, often quiet and hard to explain, where you realize you’re living the very life you once longed for — and yet, you feel a strange hollowness where celebration should be.
WOW I needed this so badly. I am a new mom. My little one is 4m now, and I see my friends going to concerts, traveling, doing stuff late at night like I used to. I used to be a night owl and love to go out. But, I’m in a new life now. I’m so happy in my life now. I absolutely love being a mom, especially his mom, but I miss the way I used to be able to let go and have a tiny bit more freedom. I’m allowed to miss it, but I’m not going to dwell on it.
I turn 30 tomorrow. I went from independent , single, in a big city in a studio apartment, to being a married mom, in a rural town, with a dog and a picket fence. My whole life has changed, and while I wouldn’t change it for the world, I miss that girl I was. Thank you for this essay. If I could print it and hand it out to the women in my life, I would. ❤️
Yes and yes!! What beautiful and true words to describe the in-between. I am a recent widow as well as a simultaneous empty nester. It feels like an amputation. AND the new life is slow, quiet, lovely. Grief truly is ‘love with nowhere to go.’ Thank you for using words to embody the experience. Grateful!
WOW I needed this so badly. I am a new mom. My little one is 4m now, and I see my friends going to concerts, traveling, doing stuff late at night like I used to. I used to be a night owl and love to go out. But, I’m in a new life now. I’m so happy in my life now. I absolutely love being a mom, especially his mom, but I miss the way I used to be able to let go and have a tiny bit more freedom. I’m allowed to miss it, but I’m not going to dwell on it.
Again, thank you for this essay. 💕
I turn 30 tomorrow. I went from independent , single, in a big city in a studio apartment, to being a married mom, in a rural town, with a dog and a picket fence. My whole life has changed, and while I wouldn’t change it for the world, I miss that girl I was. Thank you for this essay. If I could print it and hand it out to the women in my life, I would. ❤️
You can! You can print it out and hand it to the women in your life!
Yes and yes!! What beautiful and true words to describe the in-between. I am a recent widow as well as a simultaneous empty nester. It feels like an amputation. AND the new life is slow, quiet, lovely. Grief truly is ‘love with nowhere to go.’ Thank you for using words to embody the experience. Grateful!