We are closing in on the three year mark of being Empty Nesters. It feels like longer though, as our youngest was functioning pretty independently the last year she was here. For some reason, I thought it would get easier, but it hasn’t. There is something to be said for “out of sight, out of mind,” but it definitely doesn’t apply here.
Of course, there is less laundry, fewer dishes, fewer piles of shoes, less clutter, less chauffering, etc. We don’t miss the sisterly bickering, but boy do we miss the giggling, debates, brainstorming. It’s great to have Fargo to snuggle with on the couch (when he wants to), but we miss seeing the girls snuggling on the couch.
I’ve hypothesized before, that maybe it’s harder for us because so many of our friends’ children go to school close enough that they can see them more often. When we did the empty nest thing, we REALLY did it, and only see our kiddos 3-4 times/year. Yes, there are things that are easier to get used to, but too many that are not.
Every once in a while, hubby will say, “it would be really cool if the kids could just come over for dinner.” He is right. We are definitely grateful for technology and the ability to text, Snapchat, Facetime, email, whenever possible, but it’s not a replacement for big, huge squeezes.
Just because they’re far away, doesn’t mean we (especially me) worry less. The eldest was sick last week during her Spring Break, and if she were closer, could have come home and been coddled. The youngest traveled abroad for Spring Break and though she was abroad for an entire semester last fall, it’s harder to have her even further than usual.
The eldest is graduating in a few weeks, which brings along so many emotions, and may be why I’m writing this post. How did we get from this…
…to two kids graduating from college in the next 13+ months? How did the years go by so quickly?
I try to keep this blog pretty upbeat. I try to use my free time wisely (for the most part), though I’m not always sure what that means. The hubby and I enjoy being a couple again (for the most part…haha ). Fargo lucked into being a spoiled empty nest puppy, and I’m glad we can spoil him. But whether they choose to live where they are, or move back to the East Coast, they will likely never live close enough to just “come over for dinner.”
If I’m going to be an honest empty nest blogger, this part of it needs to be shared as well. As proud as we are of our amazing daughters, empty nest is (still $%#@ing) hard, even three years later.