For the first time in two years, both kids are living at home for the summer and while there are sweet moments of bliss having all the beds filled, it isn’t without turmoil and large food bills. Add the anxiety and excitement of Mini-Me leaving for college in just a few short weeks, then top it off with the realization of our impending empty nest. Oy.
Mother hen with an empty nest?! Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. All the empty nesters I’ve spoken to have told me with a gleam in their eyes only seen in honeymooners and Mega Millions Lotto winners, tales of happy wondrous lives and freedom unthinkable in decades once the birds have left the nest. (Imagine a horde of adults running aimlessly with their arms high in the air shrieking with delight “I’m free, I’m free!”)
Frankly, after months of crying and bouts of denial, I’m now feeling a little giddy. My preoccupation with helping Mini-Me feather her new nest (a totally different experience this time around, because boys, God bless them, don’t care!) is taking my mind off the end of August when I have to move her into her dorm and say goodbye. A week later College Boy moves back to school to begin his senior year.
I know it will be tough. I have absolutely no clue what this new life will be like or how I will feel. The uncertainty used to terrify me a little, but the train is on the track and there’s no way to stop it, and I don’t want to, so I’m jumping on for the ride and bringing a bottle of champagne with me. Kleenex, too.
Do you have an empty nester story you’d like to share?
Misery Bliss loves company.