Empty Nest

The former first lady and "Becoming" author celebrated their "next chapter of becoming empty nesters."
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I really wanted to enjoy this new part of my life, but I just couldn’t figure out how.
And the pictures, captured by their youngest daughter, do not disappoint.
What it's like when your parents split as soon as you leave home.
Kids may say the darndest things, but parents tweet about them in the funniest ways. So each week, we round up the most hilarious
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After all, the only life this child has ever known is a house overflowing. What would life be like for him with no peers? Who would help him absorb the daily excesses of our signature over-zealous parenting style?
It hurts to admit this, naturally, but the truth is that if I'd been visiting him more frequently, I'd know he has a plethora
Still, if you're having a hard time coping with changes, you can seek some support from close friends or even a counselor
But this kid of mine was having none of those worries. He kept turning the wheel, perhaps with the idea he might steer the
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The kids are on their way to college and your house is no longer filled with the same energy, music, tears and laughter that you have been used to for 18 years. In fact, it's quiet. So quiet that you actually can't think without all the noise of a full house.
I'll leave you with this. Instead doing the calculations and scaring yourself (like I just did above), take it one day at a time. Things always have a way of working out ... eventually.
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The carpool lane traveled alongside me at first, then curved off to the left and eventually stretched away, out of my peripheral vision. I took a breath and wiped my eyes. I willed myself to look toward my future with acceptance, and a belief in my own resilience.
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Admit it, your daughter's room would make a great home gym.
Your best support might come from fellow parents. They'll understand your emotions and you can be each other's best buddies
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I have stacks and stacks of decorating magazines dating back to the 1970s -- piled on wooden shelves in my garage. Ideas endlessly gleaned from them dance around in my jumbled brain.