Six weeks post-hysterectomy, I got back to the hospital for a follow-up with my ob-gyn/oncologist. My husband came along as my chauffeur, cheerleader, and lunch date. Multitasking at its finest. We made a pit stop at the Padang restaurant next door, and I have to say: the crispy dadar barendo was worth every calorie.
The good news: everything is healing well. The weird part: there’s still a spot on my belly that feels like a hidden bruise, painful when pressed but invisible from the outside. My doctor assured me it’s normal, probably just nerve damage from surgery. He handed me Methycobal 500 mg to help with nerve repair. So yes, I’m basically popping “vitamins for nerves” now.
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| Beautiful real orchids in hospital's waiting room |
This week, my eldest decided to camp out at her friend’s dorm in Pondok Kukusan, Depok. She retraced the legendary noodle stall her dad used to frequent back in his student days. After that, she’s going to spend an entire week at her grandparents’ place.
My husband and I found ourselves at home, just the two of us like the good old days, minus the endless youth and unlimited energy. It felt like a sneak preview of what our house will be like once the kids are truly off living their own lives. We're going to be empty-nesters, soon.
Wait, not that it lasted long. By afternoon, my husband went off to pick up our youngest, who usually comes home from boarding school on weekends. She breezed into the house, immediately attacked the cluttered sink, and reminded me once again why she’s the Energizer Bunny of the family. She’s helpful, she’s lively, and she makes the house feel alive.
Still, that in-between moment, where the house was quiet and it was just the two of us, it got me thinking.
The Art of Raising Adults, Not Dependents
I’ve always believed that our main job as parents isn’t to raise children we’ll keep forever. It’s to raise adults who can stand on their own. From the time our daughters were little, we made a conscious choice to involve them in decision-making. Small things at first, like choosing what to wear, what snack to buy, whether to join an extracurricular activity. Sometimes they made mistakes, and that was the point. Mistakes are cheaper when you’re young. Waiting until adulthood to learn how to decide? That’s costly! Not just financially, but emotionally too.
Psychologists back this up. Research on autonomy-supportive parenting (Deci & Ryan’s Self-Determination Theory) shows that kids who are encouraged to make choices and learn from them grow into more competent, confident, and resilient adults. In contrast, overprotected kids often struggle with independence later on, sometimes even developing “failure to launch” syndrome. Imagine being 30, still outsourcing every decision to Mom and Dad. Oh no, no, no. That’s not what I want for my children.
So yes, it stings a little when they’re out there exploring life without us. But it also means we did something right.
Empty Nesting as a Test of Marriage
Here’s the funny part: when kids start needing you less, suddenly you remember the person you married. The one you used to have dinner with before baby food and school runs took over. The one you once traveled with spontaneously, without worrying about who would feed the babies or pick up the kids from school.
Empty nesting is not just about children leaving. It’s about parents rediscovering each other. Experts say this transition can either strengthen a marriage or expose cracks that were papered over by years of busy parenting. A 2018 survey by AARP found that many couples report greater marital satisfaction after their kids move out, precisely because they have more time for each other again. Of course, that assumes you actually like each other to begin with.
I like to joke that my husband and I are practicing empty nesting now. The early trial runs, like this week when our eldest was away or last week when our youngest was in Toraja, are a reminder that we need to nurture our relationship just as much as we nurtured our kids’. More shared lunches, more talking about dreams (and not just bills), more rediscovering who we are when it’s just us.
How to Prepare for the Empty Nest
If you’re in the same season or heading there soon, here are a few things I’ve learned and keep reminding myself:
Start early. Teach kids independence while they’re still home. Don’t wait until they’re 18 to suddenly say, “Okay, now you’re on your own.” It’s a process, not a push.
Rehearse letting go. Sleepovers, trips to grandparents, boarding school, all these mini-separations are actually training for the big one.
Nurture your marriage/friendships. When kids leave, your partner and your friends become your main support system again. Invest in those bonds now.
Rediscover yourself. That hobby you shelved when the kids were toddlers? Dust it off. Empty nesting is not just about losing something; it’s about gaining space for yourself again.
Normalize the emotions. It’s okay to grieve the change. Studies show that empty nest syndrome is real, especially for parents whose identities were wrapped tightly around child-rearing. But feelings of loss usually give way to pride and joy once you see your kids thriving.
As author Elizabeth Stone once wrote, “Making the decision to have a child, it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” Letting them walk away is both the hardest and the most beautiful part.
The Quiet Joy of Letting Go
So here I am, with my healing belly, my nervous system slowly knitting itself back together, and my heart adjusting to the fact that my kids are growing up and out. It’s bittersweet, yes. But also… liberating.
Because the goal was never to keep them here forever. The goal was always to prepare them for a life where they could stand tall without us hovering nearby. And maybe, to prepare us parents to stand tall too. Together, in a house that might feel quieter, but not emptier.
If you’re in this season, or will be soon, try this: instead of dreading the empty nest, start rehearsing gratitude. Gratitude that your kids are becoming capable adults. Gratitude that you have space to rediscover yourself and your relationships. Gratitude that the letting go is proof you loved them well.
In the end, parenting is less about holding on, and more about making room for them to grow.
Love,
Nuniek Tirta