Something about my son turning 21 two weeks ago really hammered home the fact that my kids are both grown, and I’m now labeled an empty-nester.
Both of them have been living on their own for over a year. My daughter is almost 20, so reality hit pretty late. But it hit hard.
I’m an empty-nester. At the ripe old ago of 36, I’m an empty-nester.
It’s not that I feel any different; I don’t.