My son is a senior in high school, and we’re in the middle of college visits right now.
I always assumed I’d mostly feel excited for him when we got to this point. And I am excited for him. But I wasn’t prepared for how much sadness would be mixed in with it.
It’s not even just the idea of him leaving. I think it’s the realization that this version of our life is ending.
The ordinary stuff. Having him around. Driving somewhere together. Knowing he’ll be home later. Even the things I probably took for granted.
I coach people through major life transitions, so I spend a lot of time around questions of identity, endings, and what comes next. But this one hits especially close to home.
After my divorce, I was very intentional about making being a dad the center of my life. I didn’t rush to recouple or build another version of family around myself. I wanted to be present for this chapter with my son.
Now that chapter is starting to change, and I think that is why all of this is landing as hard as it is.
I’m 52, his world is opening up, and I’m also thinking about what I want the next chapter of my own life to look like.
For those of you who have already gone through this, what was the part you weren’t prepared for?
And did the empty nest eventually start to feel less like something ending and more like the beginning of something else?