In a few days I will be closing my practice. When I began thinking about retirement I was so torn. Is this really what I want to do, because it will be final. It’s not like quitting a job at Dillard’s and deciding next year that I want to go back. Re-starting a practice at my age probably wouldn’t be feasible. So I took a long time to decide, and I told my partners a year in advance. I wanted to give them time to find another partner if they wanted, and I also wanted to give myself time to change my mind. But as the days grow short, I am so comfortable with my decision. I find myself thinking of all kinds of things I want to do, and being lazy is near the top. At least for a few weeks.
I’ve been so blessed to have a career that gives so much back to me. I think back to when I started this venture. I was in my forties and it seemed impossible. I had only one year of college, and that happened in the Dark Ages. I remember driving up to the TCC South campus (it was TJC then), afraid to walk in to the admissions office. Would they make me do algebra on the spot? Would I have to use a computer (we were still in the DOS era)? But I still remember why I did it. I wanted to make a difference in the lives of others. The sweet words and messages I have been receiving the last few weeks assure me that in some small way I have.
So now I am starting down a road I’ve never been before. Retirement. I see the possibility of both good things and not-so-good things ahead. The good things include leisure time, travel, and the luxury of not having to be somewhere (Lord, please guard me from filling up all my days). But there may be some unpleasant days ahead also. I see it in the lives of my friends and acquaintances, my fellow Baby Boomers. Even though we intellectually knew it, I don’t think any of us really expected to get old. Yet here we are.
In my quiet time this morning I was reminded of a favorite scripture:
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.
I notice that “paths” is plural. That suggests I have multiple paths ahead. I hope so. I know that time and circumstances will make my paths fewer and more narrow. But I want to do all that is in my power to explore all that God has for me in this next chapter. And I still want to make a difference in the lives of others.
It’s been a frequent topic for therapy these last few weeks. “My child is leaving for college. Will she be all right? I’m going to be an empty nester. I’m not sure what is next.” These are common concerns and juicy issues to explore. I tell all these parents the same thing: It’s going to be okay. You will probably shed a few tears when you drop your child off. Well, let’s be honest; you may ugly cry. But the tears will eventually stop and you will get a new normal. A different kind of good. By the time Christmas break is over you may be counting the days until he goes back to school and you can get your house back. But if you were sitting in my office and we were having this conversation, I would ask you to do these things:
- Trust your parenting. You did and great job, Mom and Dad! You have poured 18 years into your children. You have made sure they were well cared for. And you have done everything in your power to give them a good start in life. You made sure they ate properly, had regular checkups, you put braces on their teeth and took them to the dermatologist. You made sure they went to the best schools you could afford, either your neighborhood schools or private. You helped them with reading and spelling, and later, you may have paid someone to help them with algebra. You took them to soccer games, dance classes, band concerts, football practice, school plays, and cheerleader tryouts. You sat in the scorching heat and freezing cold, and you cheered them on. You nursed them through ear infections, breakups with first loves, and mean girls. You kissed their boo-boos and tried to mend their broken hearts. You prayed with them and took them to church. You tried your best to keep them out of trouble. Everything you have done for the last 18 years was preparing them for this moment. You may be having a slight sense of panic (as I did) over the things you forgot to tell them. If that is the case, write them a letter and leave it in their dorm room. Tell them the things you wish your 18-year old self had known. And then leave them. This is not the end of parenthood, but your role will change. One practical note: If at all possible, don’t be too quick to hand off their room at home to the next child in line or to convert it into your hobby room. They will want to come home to the familiar for a while.
- Trust your child. Unless your child proves you can’t trust her, back off. Don’t be a helicopter parent. Let hercall you. And when she does call, focus on her concerns instead of the things you are worried about. Give her the grace and space to make a few mistakes. These are teaching opportunities, a time for your child to learn the difference between having a failure and being a failure. It may come as a surprise, but you will no longer have access to your student’s grades. You may think this is unfair, especially if you are the one paying for his college. But because of FERPA laws, this is the way it is. Hopefully you have they type of honest and supportive relationship that will make it easy for him to tell you if his grades are floundering. By now, you should have made him responsible for his own grades instead of constantly checking to make sure he did his work. Practical note: Don’t do every little thing to unpack her and set up her room. Allow her the autonomy to do it her way, even if you think you could do it better.
- Trust this time in your life. This is not the end; it’s a new beginning. Parenthood may have encompassed much of your life, but now it is time for you. Use some of that energy for yourself, to pursue some of the things you haven’t had time to do. If you are married, it is a time to get reacquainted with your spouse. Hopefully you have been nurturing the relationship all along so you are not now finding yourself married to a stranger. But in any case, neither of you is the same person you were at age 22. Try some new things together. If you are single you may be ready to find a new special someone. This is a time to try some new things for you. Take up a new hobby; spend time with friends, and travel (if you still have some money after paying the bursar’s bill).
- Trust your God. This is the most important. Your child has been a precious gift, but he has been on loan to you. It is time to put him back into the hands of the One who loves him even more than you do. Ask God to help you release your grip. God has a plan for your child, but He also has a plan for you. A plan for a new chapter for what the poet Mary Oliver calls your one wild and precious life. And take care of your knees because you will need to stay on them!
Retirement. It is finally here. I will officially close my practice at the end of August, and so I have begun a series of goodbyes. Hard goodbyes. I have said this many times, but I must say it again. Sharing the lives of others has been a privilege. The trials and joys, the heartbreaks and the victories, the endings and new beginnings have been my great joy. If you have been my client I want to share a little secret: you have helped me! It’s hard to explain, but it’s true. As a psychologist I am called to be both objective and relational. When we enter into therapy together, you allow me to walk part of your journey with you. And as I have entered your lives, I have been changed. Therapy is a sacred hour, and you have honored me by sharing your life with me.
I am not quite sure what my next season will look like. Some things are starting to take shape. I know I want some days just to do nothing except maybe read a good book. I am grateful that I have been allowed these bonus days with my husband since his illness. We are talking about things to do together, places we want to see for the first time and places we want to see one more time before we die. I have closets that need to be cleaned and things to be put in order. There is a big crate of photos that I need to organize. I want to spend more time with God, I want to write more, and I hope still get asked to speak. I want to spend more time with friends and family, doing fun things and making new memories. I’m thinking I might take up cooking again, but I’m not rushing into the kitchen!
But most of all, I want to be useful. My life calling has been to help the hurting, and I want to continue doing that, but in a less structured way. I’m not sure what that will look like, so I am just putting one foot in front of the other right now. And I am asking God to direct my steps and order my days.