I'm more proud of this kid than ever, but it sure did send a shockwave through our home. I was surprised to find that I wasn't sad to see him move out. It was time. He was ready. Of course, when he moved out, that left his basement "suite" up for grabs to son #2. Then son #2's room was snatched up by son #5. It was then I might have gotten a bit misty eyed.
Boys who were babies just a moment ago are moving out, moving around, moving on. This is the first year we don't have an elementary schooler. (We were in elementary school for 14 years.) With all of them doing their own thing with jobs, activities, and having their own electronic devices, we just don't see them much now.
The house, which once might have not seemed big enough to get away from each other, now has 2 empty bedrooms, a common area, and basement that no one uses. At what time are we simply going to get lost in our own house?
This year we visit schools for son #2. In another blink of an eye, he'll be moving out too. If we make the nest fit the family will it not be so devastating when the last bird flies away? I wonder.
But this was part of the deal when we had kids, right? You do everything to prepare them for the day they permanently walk out the front door. Perhaps there should be something that prepares the parents. We are skilled in the art of going with the flow. We've been doing it since the moment we brought home that first baby with no idea what to do with him. We shall adjust when we no longer know what to do with ourselves.
How are you preparing, or how did you cope with the empty nest?
~Bernadette Marie ~