Having had three children move out I found each time I felt differently. The first my son, I knew he would always remain single and come back from time to time and I was right. He is now 39 and still single. I swore he'd be 45 before hed marry. The second one left right after graduation and moved in with a guy who she knew her father would object to. It was like she was trying to get his attention no matter what. I was ok with these two leaving but my third child was really hard because after 23 yrs of marriage we were getting a divorce and she chose to live with her father. She just turned 14 at that time. I cried for weeks knowing if I fought for her she would have really given me a terrible time. After the first year of her being gone, I knew one day she would spit (so to speak) in his face and she has on many occassions. This child was too much like me. I knew if I gave her time and let her know that I would always be there for her no matter what, she would return that love and she has. She is now 32, married and has an 8 y/o girl. It is so interesting to hear her speak about the fact if any man thought they could take her daughter from her, they would be very mistaken. So the past left scars on her heart and only she can heal it and hopefully by continuing to support and show her the unconditional love that I have had for her, she can heal.
I might add, by her going with her father, he had NO control or influence over her. Her anger emerged (FEAR) and it was not a nice time in her life. She hit a lot of hard rocks along the way. Lessons learned that I hope she can pass on to her daughter. I am proud of her accomplishments. I feel that there are times when we must allow our children to go so that they can grow, which means that they may not take the easy road.
This brought up my past and I left home after graduation and I could not wait and swore I would never go back. I made a liar out of myself. I had moved in with a friend who was pregnant and we had been friends for years. Her husband was in jail for being a conscientious objector and she needed someone with her, so this was ideal for me. We were like sisters. We had gone shopping one day and was involved in an auto accident. We were both thrown from the car and she had serious injuries, especially being pregnant. They had to do brain surgery and they felt she may not survive and if she did she would never talk or walk, due to the part of brain they operated on. Well she survived the surgery and recognized me right away. I would stay with her at the hospital and I kept telling the nurses that it was time for her to have the baby and they kept telling me NO. She was not able to communicate very well, he words would be all messed up. Like she wanted to go to the bathroom and she would ask for the broom. I helped her to go on a potty chair and as I was lifting her legs, her baby was being born right there in bed. It had been six weeks since the surgery. They wouldn't allow her to hold or try to care for the baby. (talk about attachment challanges) The baby was fine and she went home several weeks later. It was a long hard road for her. She had another son after that, which was a mistake for it caused a nervous breakdown. Her road has not been easy and I saw her recently and she was excited to see me but she could not remember my name.
Because of the accident, I had to return home. At this point I really didnt care even though I would have loved going someplace else. I stayed home till I was 21 and married. I was thrilled to still leave home.
We all do what we had or have to do and as we look back we can see just how much of our decisions were fear based. If only we knew then what we know now our decisions would have been different, or would they ?

shirley