The Empty Nest Will Be Full Once More
Anyone who knows me personally knows that I have been suffering from empty nest syndrome, and my husband and children can probably attest to that better than anyone.
It’s the same old story. As any parent knows, it seems like you spend the better half of your lives raising your children and then one day, much sooner than you ever expect, they “fly the nest” and you’re left with empty bedrooms and wondering just what you’re going to do with the extra time you all of a sudden seem to have on your hands. No more running to hockey games, baseball games, dance recitals, orchestra concerts, theater performances, or any of the dozens and dozens of rehearsals and practices that you have to haul your kids to just to get them to the end products.
Let’s not even take into consideration the hundreds—no—thousands of dollars that you shell out in equipment, uniforms, costumes, uniforms, instruments, fees, tickets, and the list goes on and on and on.
Face it: we parents do put a lot of effort, time, and money into our kids. We’re not even talking about doctors’ visits, dental visits, food, clothing, shelter, etc. And what about all the love and caring we show our children, and the necessary (although sometimes unwanted) attention we give our children?
Then all of a sudden, and it seems as though it’s in the blink of an eye, they’re out the door, and you’re left with an empty nest. It can be a difficult time to adjust to, and some of us have a more difficult time than others.
I was one of those mothers. I did have a difficult time adjusting. But guess what? I did get used to it. Now my husband and I have our daily routine that we enjoy. We’ve become settled in our life as empty nesters, and have discovered that it’s really not as bad as we thought it would be.
But come tomorrow our nest will be full once more. Our daughters are returning home from college for the summer. Sarah is returning home for the summer before she marries in August, and her fiance Axel is coming with her. He’ll be spending the summer in our camper in the back yard. Our youngest daughter Stephanie is returning home for the summer before returning as a senior to the university in the fall.
And guess what? I can hardly wait. I’m ready for our nest to be full once more. After all, we have our whole lives to be alone, but not very long before our children will be gone for good. As parents, the one thing we’ve learned to be is adaptable. And besides, we can learn to be empty nesters any time.
QUOTE FOR THE DAY: “When mothers talk about the depression of the empty nest, they’re not mourning the passing of all those wet towels on the floor, or the music that numbs your teeth, or even the bottle of capless shampoo dribbling down the shower drain. They’re upset because they’ve gone from supervisor of a child’s life to a spectator. It’s like being the vice president of the United States.” ~ Erma Bombeck ~