It's coming to the time of year when our teenage offspring go off to uni and begin the process of leaving home. I've seen this phenomenon in many different forms over the last twenty years and it never ceases to amaze me how normally sane, humourous, intelligent women go completely to pieces.
My best friend went through agonies when her children left home; crying in Ikea picking out student necessities, crying in tesco's buying cases of value supernoodles, wearing her daughter's old cardy because it had her smell on. I even thought I heard her howling at the moon.
She was inconsolable and endured all the same emotional trauma when her son left two years later.
There was a woman in tesco's yesterday choosing housewares with her daughter, and the woman was trying to talk between sobs.
I'm lucky. My son decided to stay home, go to a local uni so he can carry on working but that said, he's planning to move out after he's finished his degree. So he has one foot out of the door....the rest of him is usually under a duvet.
My way of coping with the empty nest is to radically change my life so I have something to look forward to other than an occasional phone call.Added to a huge dollop of denial.
Young Mum's are not excluded from anxiety. First day of primary school is a massive wrench for some women. Personally, I was relieved, apart from thinking I'd gone deaf because he never stopped talking.
And a swift note to those about to fly the nest, good luck and go easy on your Ma, inside she's suffering.
How did you cope? Or not?