My children are age 26 and 30, flown the nest, living strong and independently and I'm proud of their wings. I brought them up as a single mum, miss them terribly and it still feels as if there's a hole where my heart used to be sometimes.
I filled the hole with work, priviliged now to have a fantastic job which i'm passionate about. Writing this, I realise that I have not yet given myself time and space to find out who I am, now that my children don't need me in a practical way.
So thanks, Story of Mum for a valuable insight - already!