Navigating the most emotional midlife transitions — the ones that bring pride and grief at the exact same time
There is something nobody really warns you about when your child graduates from college.
It isn’t the empty nest, exactly. It isn’t even the passage of time, athough that hits you too. It’s the way one single moment can hold more emotion than your body knows what to do with. Pride so big it fills your chest. Grief sneaking in right behind it. Love so deep it almost hurts.
That’s where I was a couple weeks ago, sitting in a small ceremony meant for nine young men who had made a choice that told you everything about who they are.
Nine Seniors. One Decision. A Moment I’ll Never Forget.
My son’s college lacrosse team did something this spring that had never happened in their program’s history. They made the Division II NCAA tournament. For the first time. Ever.
The first round game landed on graduation day.
Those nine seniors had a choice to make. They chose their team (of course). They showed up, they competed, they represented everything they had built together over years of early mornings and hard losses and friendships formed in the kind of pressure that either breaks them down or bonds them for life.
So the college held a private graduation ceremony just for them. Nine boys in caps and gowns, honored separately, celebrated fully, in a moment that felt special and more meaningful than any packed auditorium could have. It was something.
I sat there watching my son cross that small stage and I completely fell apart. Happy tears, proud tears, the kind of tears you can’t really explain to anyone sitting next to you who hasn’t been on this exact journey.
But there was something else underneath all of it. Something I secretly knew was going to hit me.
The Empty Seats That Were Full of Love
My parents would have given anything to be in that room.
I know that without question. My mom, who from the moment he was born, wanted to know every detail about him…what he ate for breakfast, whether he slept enough, did he go to the bathroom today, does he have enough underwear. Who saved every photo and retold every story to anyone who would listen. My dad, who would have stood a little taller that day just being his grandfather.
They weren’t there. They couldn’t be. Losing them is something I carry all of the time, into the background of daily life. But grief has a way of stepping forward in the moments that matter most. It just shows up and takes a seat right next to your happiness.
So there I sat. Beaming and heartbroken at the same time. Watching my son accept something he had earned fully, while my heart ached for the people who would have loved this moment as much as I did.
That is an emotional midlife transition nobody can know about until they’re in it.
Both Things Can Be True
Here’s what I’ve learned about navigating these moments.
The pride and the grief are not opposites. They don’t cancel each other out. You are allowed to feel both fully, at the same time, without having to choose which one is appropriate.
Feeling sad that your parents aren’t here to witness your child’s milestone does not make you ungrateful for the milestone. Feeling the weight of your kids stepping fully into their own lives does not mean you’re too soft or did something wrong as a mother. It means you loved well. It means the seasons you lived together meant something real.
My older son starts his first real job this week. My younger one is heading into his senior year, already lined up for an internship that will most likely become his career. Two boys, nearly simultaneously, stepping into lives that are entirely their own now.
I look at them and I still see the little boys. I think that never fully goes away. But I also see exactly who they became, and that part makes everything worth it.
What Helps When a Season Ends
I wrote last week about that specific kind of grief that comes when something good just ends before you were ready. If you missed that post, you can read it here. → How Can This Be Over Already?
This is what I keep reminding myself. The transitions that hit hardest are usually the ones filled with love. Loss of a parent. A child leaving. A season of life closing while the next one hasn’t fully opened yet. These aren’t small things, even when the world treats them that way.
If you are somewhere in the middle of one of those transitions right now, I want you to know I understand that it is big and emotional. You are not being selfish. You are human, and you are feeling exactly what it means to have loved something deeply.
If you’re looking for something that meets you right where you are in this season, I’ve been recommending Now That She’s Gone: A Daughter’s Reflections on Loss, Love, and a Mother’s Legacy. It’s written specifically for daughters navigating life after losing their mom, and will feel like it was written for you.
A Small Thing That Helped Me Move Forward
When I was in the thick of my own hardest season, the one that started this whole blog, I didn’t know what I needed, but I knew I didn’t need big change or anyone telling me to look on the bright side.
I needed something small. Something that met me exactly where I was on the day I was having it.
That’s why I put together a free guide called When a Season Ends. It’s a short, honest read for anyone standing in between what was and what comes next. No pressure to feel better faster than you’re ready to. Just a gentle place to start.
You can grab it below. It’s free and it will land right in your inbox. → Get it here.
When You’re Ready to Take One Small Step
There’s no timeline on this. Grief and transition move at their own pace, and that’s okay.
But when you do feel that small nudge toward forward motion, even just a little one, that’s worth paying attention to. That’s where momentum starts. It doesn’t start perfectly. Just with one thing that counts today.
If you’re curious about what that can look like, Your Plan for Today was built for exactly that. It’s a simple, flexible tool for the days when you just need to know what actually matters right now. You can find it right here.
One More Thing
If you found your way here today, I want you to know that this space exists because of moments exactly like this one. The ones that are too big to keep inside and too real to disguise. I may not know exactly what you are carrying right now, but I have a feeling I understand the weight of it. The joy that aches. The pride that brings tears. The empty chair that nobody else notices quite the way you do.
Writing is how I process all of it. It always has been. So here I am, showing up in the only way I know how, hoping that something I felt and put into words lands somewhere it was needed.
If this place feels like somewhere you want to come back to, I am really glad you’re here.
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