When my eldest left home, I cried for days. She was my rock and I felt so lost with her gone. Since I was 17 yrs old, It had always been the kids and I. That may sound mean considering the fact that somewhere in the mixture of things I had married, but, I had set my mind to thinking that the only ones I could count on during hard times was my children. When my second left a few years later, I didn't feel as lost, but I felt useless. I was slowly coming to the realization that I was no longer needed. I know that it is not true. We all need our parents no matter how old we are, but one can't help but feel that way sometimes.
My youngest is 12 and he already is independent. He sometimes gives me the feeling that I am not needed even now. I already am on that long way home, and he hasn't even left the nest yet. I am learning for the first time how to stand on my own, and it's the hardest thing I have ever done.