Empty Nest

Tonight is the last night a child of mine will sleep under my roof as a resident.

It hit me this morning as I was driving to visit my parents.  This is going to be a major change.  I have had the very viable threat of a child bursting into my room in the middle of the night now for 24 years of my life, so that would make it be since I was about 9 years old (haha).  There will be no more late night runs to swing on the swings at the playground.  No more 1am talks after being awakened by a crying daughter.  No more Housewives of the OC or Beverly Hills or New Jersey marathons over pints of Ben and Jerry’s frozen yogurt. 

I went through this with my son already.  It took me a while to stop tearing up every time  I caught a whiff of something that smelled like him, even the bad smells lol.  Oh wait, those always made me tear up. 🙂  Now I get to do it all over again, and this time there is no runner-up waiting in the wings to take over the job of allowing me to mother them.  I know I will cry more than once, and I know I will worry.  I know my dog Vince will allow me to baby him because he is the neediest, clingiest dog I ever met, and I know Rick will hug me when I need hugging.  I’m lucky I have that.  I could be going this alone.

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About Diana F

California girl who never imagines she would decide to start her life all over again at this stage of her life but I just know it's going to be epic.
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One Response to Empty Nest

  1. auntzonablog says:

    You never know when or if your birdies will return to the nest….with chicks 🙂

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