<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356846259186222993</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:27:36.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empty Nest, The Lost Mother</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356846259186222993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AustAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077276731932421775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356846259186222993.post-7541307379480581678</id><published>2009-08-08T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:25:21.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son is Gone, and So Am I</title><content type='html'>My son is gone. He moved to his own apartment to start college. But this is not about him...it is about me. I have spent the last 18 and a half years being his mother. I thought I would not be affected by the Empty Nest syndrome because I have a great career that I love, but I am finding out that I am not immune. I am finding out that half of my identity moved out when he did. Right now I am wallowing in the bad feelings. I have to do this for awhile, so please humor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seeing ads for the movie "Julia and Julie", in which Julie cooks her way through Julia Child's cookbook. It is based on a woman who actually did that and wrote a blog about it. The thought occured to me that I may have to do something like that to invent another part of myself to take the place of the missing piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;Anne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356846259186222993-7541307379480581678?l=austanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7541307379480581678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://austanne.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-son-is-gone-and-so-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356846259186222993/posts/default/7541307379480581678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356846259186222993/posts/default/7541307379480581678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austanne.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-son-is-gone-and-so-am-i.html' title='My Son is Gone, and So Am I'/><author><name>AustAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09077276731932421775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
