Guest post by Kalpana Krishna-Kumar, Project Specialist – Broker Platforms at Coldwell Banker Real Estate
Open confession – I have a problem with letting go – of any kind – people, places and things! I spoke about letting go ofmy country of birth in an earlier blog post about relocating to America. Another huge event in my life was letting go ofmy first-born – sending him off to college. It really was a watershed time in my life. I still remember walking away fromhim, thankful that my husband and daughter walked right next to me because I could not see anything in front of methrough the curtain of tears that simply would not stop. The next month felt like, felt like, felt like…. Remember DianeKeaton’s crying scene from the movie Something’s Gotta Give? That was me – except I was crying because I had sent offmy baby into the wilderness called LIFE. But since I am here to tell the story, it behooves that I survived! It wasn’t easy,but I did do a few things that helped me through it. Here’s a peek:
I talked to as many people that would suffer me and as many times as I needed. Jokes apart, I spoke to family, friends, and other parents who had done this before me and those that were going through it. I realized,
- I was normal
- I was not alone and I had awesome friends and family who reached out to me with their experiences and those I could reach out to.
- I was not the first mom or the last to send her “baby” off to college.
- It really is the Circle of Life! I had to move on. I could not continue to live under the cloud – a realization I had, thanks to those who whined longer, louder and shriller than me – Gosh, I could not be the one inflicting that on others.
- Time is a great healer
Comfort in Routine
It was important for us to continue the family routines that we had before my son left. For instance, family dinner continued to be at the dining table sans electronic devices and TV. In addition, keeping an open channel of communication with the college-bound was paramount. So a call or text from him became part of our routine. I am eternally grateful that my son was good about staying in touch – not only in the first month but throughout his college years. Though it did not take too long to adjust to the low volume of laundry or dirt that was dragged through the house, it did take me much longer to adjust to cooking for just one less person. However, routine was a great healer, as was time (by Thanksgiving, my son was back with his load of laundry).
There isn’t a child who hasn’t gone out into the brave new world who eventually doesn’t ad carrying a bundle of dirty clothes. ~Art Buchwald
The months (and perhaps couple of years) leading to this …read more
Via: Coldwell Banker Blog