Lately it seems that I relate everything in my life metaphorically to the process of birth. Maybe it is because of all the reading, studying, and training I have been doing for my career as a doula. Maybe I'm just strange that way.
My twins are off to college this year. One has already flown the nest and the other leaves in a few days. I find myself feeling very similar to those days just before the birth of my babies. Anxious, excited, irritable, and, to be frank, ready for it to be over. Yes I know it will be painful to let go. To have an empty nest. But this limbo we've been suspended in this summer has worn thin. I need some action. Patience with myself had never been my strong suit. I'm ready to Do....anything but sit here waiting to get my last one out the door. The suspense is killing me! He's ready to leave and I'm ready to let go.
Much like in childbirth, mother nature prepares you to let go. Childbirth is painful, but at some point toward the end you are so uncomfortable that the idea of labor pain looses it's hold on you and you're ready to dig that baby out with a blunt spoon if necessary. It's happening once again as I stand with one foot on my son's backside ready to push him out of the nest. I didn't think I would be able to endure the pain of letting go but I have my blunt spoon in hand ready to dig if necessary. It's time. I take a deep breath and I push.....