Since we’ve been married, we’ve lived about a decade in three cities. My husband’s job has not taken us to exotic locations but across one country and into another.
The first decade – the baby decade – was spent in Edmonton, Canada. Four of our boys were born there all at the same hospital. I learned to be a mom there – from some amazing women. It was home to West Edmonton Mall. What’s not to like?
The second decade – the young children decade was spent in London, Canada. Yes indeed. There is a city in Canada called London. I took my mothering job seriously and was so good at it. I was the ultimate soccer mom. Our youngest was born there – at home with a midwife.
The third decade – the teenage children decade – was spent in a small suburb of St. Paul Minnesota. That is as exotic as we got. I took everything I’d learned from Edmonton and London and tried to apply it to “St. Paul mom of teenagers” life. It was hard. It was busy. Still, I didn’t hate it. My teenagers were busy and energetic and crazy. I was crazy.
I used that decade to not only take care of them but take care of me. I went back to school. Finished up my degree I’d put off for years. Went from stay-at-home mom to working mom. It was hard.
Slowly the kids started to graduate and move on to college. Then weddings, Then graduate school. Some are still in college in some form. I’m a navy mom now too. You already know I’m a grandma.
Our youngest graduated from high school a few weeks ago. No fanfare. No celebration. He graduated a semester early. I’m going to be honest, he’s the least scholarly of our children (sorry honey – it’s no secret). Still his brothers are baffled as to how he (of all of them) graduated early. Apparently, it can be done. When you really don’t like school – you can make it happen. You find ways.
That baby is leaving in a few weeks to go away to work in Wyoming. He’s going to college out of state in the fall. He’s hoping he’ll be able to stand school again by then.
So here we are. All of sudden the nest is empty. What in the world? 10 seconds ago it was chaos with five children.
I’m kind of excited about it. I know, I should be crying in a puddle of tears. I’m not. I’ve worked hard for this empty nest. Am I a bad mom because I’m not sad they’re all grown and gone? I miss them. Oh, how I miss them. But I’ve done a good job. We’ve done a good job. What’s there to be sad about?
I’m looking forward to the next decade. We’ve got some exciting plans in the works. I’ll blog about that.
Tell me about your empty nest. How’s it going? What do I need to know?