Motherhood, Meteors and Empty Nests
The last day of school was today and my youngest is officially a high school junior. Two more years and my child rearing days will be done.
Okay, maybe not done. Done-ish. I know they never fizzle out completely, but the day-to-day stuff will wind down. It is like watching a meteor zoom in. Right now it is a speck of light in space, and it looks kind of sparkly off there in the distance; but when it hurtles in for a landing two years from now it will pack a wallop.
Two of my chicks are already out of the nest, but when the first one left I still had two more to nurture; when the second left, one remained. When this last one spreads her wings I’ll have no chicks in-nest over which to cluck. In some ways this is a good thing, in other ways not so much. I’m up for the event, but glad I have two years before it actually occurs.
So much of my personal identity has, for more than two decades, been tied to hands-on motherhood that I wonder how I will view myself when that changes. So I ask those of you who have preceded me into Empty Nesting—any words of wisdom? Did you shed tears or do a happy dance when your last chick flew off? Did you miss the daily mom routine or rejoice in your free time, or both simultaneously?
I’ve got two years to figure this one out. When the meteor hits, I’ll be ready.
Til next time –