This is a little bit of insight. I hope it helps some of you on the cusp of this time in life.
I actually sat and stared at the screen for 15 minutes before writing this. Where to begin? So many feels. So many levels. I expected none of them. I was/am prepared for none of them.
I know as parents, we sacrifice to raise our kids to be the best they can be. To not have the struggles or make the mistakes we did. To make sure they become successful adults. We look forward to the moment when they will fly and leave the nest. I think this desire kicks in to full gear around 13, aka…Puberty Hell! Before that, they’re still relatively cute. But soon there would be no more waking up to the morning chaos getting them to school, calls from teachers, teenage angst and drama, daycare, summer camp, and the mysterious window left open that syphoned our money away! (Insert ridiculous grocery bill here!) The light at the end of the tunnel. I know my husband and I counted down the day’s.
But here’s the thing. No one prepares you for the overwhelming feeling that takes over when that last chickadee flys the coop. The “what now?” You see like most empty nesters, my husband and I are just touching 50. Not retired, and don’t have an RV waiting to be driven off into the sunset on a round the world adventure. (Yet.) It’s a little bit of an adjustment to go from being pulled in 5 directions, and solving the daily crisis that arises, to absolutely no one needs you. You have all of this extra time to fill. And frankly you did your job successfully. They’ve flown, graduating college, adulting, being responsible, making grand babies, and careers. Way to go parental peeps!
It really hit me recently when our last one drove off in a U-Haul with his little family in tow. They weren’t out of the driveway 15 minutes, and my husband looked at me and said “well, what do you want to do now?” I was at a loss. “I don’t know.” “Like right now? Tomorrow? This weekend? The rest of our lives? I don’t know.” I really didn’t know I would need an itinerary! That’s when I realized we’ve got all this time to fill now. There are no distractions or people around as a buffer. It’s just me and this dude! I’m really grateful I actually like and love my husband! I can see where this would turn into a problem for some. But it does take a little work to get back into being just the two of you. The “empty nesters.” So as a first step to embracing our new found “aloneness” that night, we slept with the bedroom door open (first time in 13 years) and I walked to the fridge at 2am in just my underwear! I know, TMI, but it was a pivotal baby step. It made me remember why we were excited for this time in life in the first place. We got our privacy back! We got “us” back!
It still takes some work, but it’s getting easier and feeling more normal everyday. Like it should be. I have time to take pottery classes if I want, cook or not cook, go out to eat on a random Tuesday, work in the yard together, and find some hobbies we both enjoy, and kick up the traveling a notch! (Honestly though, that not needing a robe thing is still my favorite!) I did recently get calls from each of the kids needing different advice…How to cook a favorite dish I make, how to get dog vomit out of carpet, and an “I’m missing home.”
I guess they do still need us after all. (But from afar.) 😉
Happy nesting.
M.







