
21/07/2025
My daughter’s been on holiday in California for the past three weeks.
And while I’m absolutely made up that she’s off living her best life, exploring the world and making memories, I’ve really felt her absence.
She’s feisty, driven, and not afraid to say it how it is, and I miss all of it.
I miss how she winds me up in that way only she can. I miss our little inside chats, the shared glances, the belly laughs over nothing. The everyday noise that makes the house feel full.
Often full of washing, to be fair 🤣
But being in menopause has made that ache feel even heavier. The emotions sit closer to the surface. The tears come quicker. The house feels quieter. And it’s not just about missing her, it’s about navigating the shift in identity that comes when your child starts needing you less.
You see their growth, but you also feel your own.
No one tells you how much motherhood changes again when they grow up. Or how menopause amplifies all of it, the pride, the joy, the longing, the love, the loneliness.
I’ve had to sit with those emotions instead of brushing them off. To allow the vulnerability. To acknowledge that this stage of life is about letting go, but also about coming home to myself.
So if you're here too, juggling the emotions of grown-up kids, hormonal shifts, and a changing sense of self, just know you’re not on your own. You’re not “too emotional.” You’re adjusting. And it’s okay to feel it all.
We’ve nurtured them to be the best version of themselves, and now it’s time for them to flourish. 💗
And I’m learning that it’s okay to miss them, to cry, to feel. Because that’s love. And that’s what makes us human! ❤
And if this post mysteriously disappears tomorrow, it’s probably because I’ve had the “Muuuum, take that down” message... 😅