Eerily Quiet: When Your Baby Moves Out

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Friend,

The house is eerily quiet. It’s been filled with noise of all kinds. Laughter, yelling, joking, pleading, and more, but now it’s quiet.

Eerily quiet.
Crazy quiet.
Ridiculously quiet.

I know you longed for this day someday. The noise was too much. The pressure was too intense. And you just wish you had a quiet house to yourself.

You forgot what quiet even was. You thought privacy was something you wouldn’t have for a minute, and now you have it for days.

Your baby isn’t a baby.
Your baby isn’t home.

They’ve moved on. They send you a picture (or more likely, you see a picture on Instagram). You see their smile, and that makes you crack a smile, a split second before the tears rush to your eyes.

All you can do now is pray for them, Venmo them, and wait for them to make the next move.

But I want you to know:

Well done.
They couldn’t have done it without you.

Love,

Aaron