I’m entering the final year of life as I know it and have known it for the last 22 years.
This time next year I will be sat here as an official empty nester! My baby boy is already away in Scotland and has been for 4 years now, and next October my baby girl will be settling herself into her new home at the university of her choice!
There will just be me and him in the house. For the first time in 22 years we’ll have only each other to talk to.
The end of this stage of this wild ride of parenthood. No more homework assistance needed, no more mum taxi to and from ballet or rugby or parties. No more nagging about laundry or leaving the hair straighteners on!
Lets just pause for a minute and contemplate this. I mean, what the hell do I do with myself! Those little bundles of joy, the tantruming toddlers, the over excited and accident prone 10 year old’s and surly teenagers have been my focus for more than half my life!
And there is a huge part of me that doesn’t want to let them go. I want to wrap them up in their favourite baby blanket and snuggle them to me for ever. Tuck them into bed every-night, with a story and a kiss on their sweet smelling warm little heads.
But then I see them as they are now. Grown ups with ambition and drive. Adults who are ready to take on the world and maybe in time start on their own wild parenthood ride. And I realise that they are ready to fly, ready to go and explore for themselves, and I know that means I’ve done my job right… well mostly anyway!
And then I look at himself…. Badger…. how will we manage as a couple rather than a foursome? Will we have anything to talk about? Or will we sit at opposite ends of the house in silence?
The are plans of course, a social life that doesn’t revolve around bedtimes and babysitting. Maybe some travel – we’ve talked about a round Britain tour, and being spontaneous, no more taking timetables and homework deadlines in account. But mostly I guess learning to on cook for 2, to not automatically make 3 cups of coffee in the morning, and more time in the bathroom!
Actually, I’m kinda excited about it! Me time, us time, enjoying their visits home as a novelty, and boasting about their adventures to anyone who will listen.
So it doesn’t have to be a bad thing thing I guess, I should embrace it and revel in it, but secretly and when no one is looking I’ll sneak out the baby pictures and maybe feel a bit sad about them not being here and wish I could turn the clock back and be “mummy” again
What will do do when your empty nest is in front of you?
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