I am not one of them.
I love my sons, (really!) and I enjoyed having them home for the summer. It might be the last time the older son spends an entire summer at home. Ever. Watching him leave was bittersweet.
I treasure the hours I spent with my boys this summer; cooking and eating together, sharing concerns and solving the world’s problems, watching action movies in the man cave…
But summer is over and it is time for them to return to their friends and their studies and the other opportunities and activities that college life brings.
And I can return to my empty nest.
An empty nest means:
We have less junk food in the house and I don’t feel guilty serving meatless meals.
I do not find piles of size 12 shoes collecting in odd corners (next to the front door, next to the back door, in the kitchen, in the family room…)
The laundry pile, grocery list and water-usage all shrink. (Sadly, these savings do not completely compensate for tuition bills.)
My husband and I talk more. (Possibly because there is no one else to talk with except the cat, and she’s deaf.)
But mostly I am happy to reclaim my empty nest because I like the solitude and the ability to focus (without guilt or distraction) on my writing and other projects. Since I have a one-thing-at-a-time brain this is very important.
What about you?
Do you dread an empty house, or do you revel in the solitude?
Would your empty nest seem less empty if you had a new project or a new focus? Something creative, something you’ve always wanted to try, or that thing you were always planning to get around to? Maybe now’s the time.
Change happens. Life has seasons. Don’t be afraid to embrace the change and see what God has in store for your next life-chapter.