The elder kid left for the UK in September of 2022. Sending her off was not difficult. No tears were shed at the airport. Then she came home for Easter, spending five weeks here from March till April, and this time, I had separation anxiety. No tears at the airport but a day after she left, I’m feeling the blues. She’s all independent and happy to travel alone to the UK on a more than 30-hour door-to-door journey now. She doesn’t need mommy anymore. I’m trying to recall if that’s how I felt when I left her at home and went back to work after maternity break, when I left her at home and flew to Tokyo for work, when she started school.
It is such an odd feeling. A feeling of bereft. Like my family is incomplete.
Thank goodness for baby P at home. She’s still sleeping in my room. She’s still at home but refusing to be in my bed.
How do parents of single kid cope? Do they have much worse separation anxiety?
