In the past, I had heard people talk about the vacuum in their lives once the kids went off to study or to follow their own path away from you. I knew it would affect me since my girl has been the center of my life since the time she was born. So, when it was time to drop the kid to her hostel for higher studies, I thought I had it all under control. My days are busy with work and my few friends would hopefully support me, I thought. But really, it is not about being busy or having friends...it just feels like somebody has punched you in the stomach and the wound refuses to heal. A perpetual ache to find out more about what your child is up to, has she had food, has slept or not...and so on.
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