The truth is I am most comfortable in my mom self.
The truth is empty nesting and parenting without a partner are hard.
The truth is folding their laundry, filling the fridge for them, even rinsing the dishes they leave in the sink, brings me peace.
The truth is a meal around the table with lively conversation, or an evening on the sectional watching the next episode of Gilmore Girls with them, is hard to beat.
The truth is I am proud of them for taking classes, holding down jobs, paying their bills, and cooking their own meals.
The truth is I look forward to watching them create their next chapters, land their first jobs, and arrange their first apartments.
The truth is I miss them.
Reading, Writing and Learning 
Lovely! Made me a little nervous for the future and missing these moments of everyone being under one roof.
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Such a lovely use of repetition… in a piece that spans a poignant emotional gamut. Beautiful as always, Lisa!
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This is such a sweet post. I still have one of my boys at home. He’s 17 and a junior in HS. My other two are away at college. I miss them when they are not here but also proud of the wings we gave them to fly! They are becoming independent, responsible adults and for that I am proud. But, having all my boys under our roof at the same time – heaven! Take care! I hope your blueness passes soon.
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I love this – I love the truth of the post, and the “The truth is…” structure. It’s a powerful way to slice! I know I will feel this way when my kids leave the nest!
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