Chillin' at CRT on Xpu Ha Beach

Chillin' at CRT on Xpu Ha Beach
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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Empty Nest

We knew this day was coming.  

After a year of college, a year of beauty school, passing the state exam and getting her first full time job, we knew it was just a matter of time before the baby girl flew out of the nest.  And that day has arrived.

I left the house this morning for work with my baby girl sleeping soundly upstairs, but tomorrow she won’t be there.  I headed off to work feeling like maybe I should have taken the day off and had breakfast with her and helped her move. But moving, especially moving your youngest child out of the house, does not sound like a fun way to spend the day.

She has been anxious, stressed and nervous the past week or two.  The initial excitement and chatter of how much fun she and her roommate would have in their own apartment has been replaced by reality. Her mind is filled with thoughts of how expensive it is to live on your own and the immense responsibility it is to, well, be responsible for yourself.

I’ve been handling this pretty well and I have actually been a little reassured that she doesn’t think it will all just be fun, although it will certainly be an adventure, as life always is. And she is just moving across town so we are still here, if she needs us, as she always will. And she will realize this more and more as time goes by.  

But I will miss having her here, telling me my hair looks nice, or my outfit is cute or giving me a hug.  I might even miss her items scattered about the downstairs a tiny little bit because after all, those are signs she is home safe once again. And who will I consult with about whether my shoes match my clothes? I just don’t think the tabby boys care about whether shoes match. But I will survive.

Our oldest and our youngest were born 12 years apart, we’ve had kids in our house for 33 years and 6 months. That’s a long time to be living with your children. I should be more than ready for this day. She’s almost 21 and it is time for her to spread her wings and fly.  

I’m happy, but emotional. 
I'm thankful, this is the correct order of life.  
If she can do this, so can I. 

Good luck my darling daughter, Mom will always be here when you need a hug, a hand to hold, advice at 2 a.m., a shoulder to cry on, or a friend to do lunch treat.

Much Love and Laughter,


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1 comment:

Shenita @ Embellishments by SLR said...

What a sweet post! It is definitely a bittersweet time. While you're excited to have a lot more time for yourself, the house does become a bit more quiet. But, since she is moving just across town, you can still see her on a regular basis.