I first started thinking about the empty nest factor after
our first son left for college and our younger son was only a sophomore in high
school. I dreaded the thought and
wondered how my husband and I would ever be able to resume our lives without
the kids with us. After 21 years
of raising and nurturing, driving and enjoying, we would then wake up daily
without kids in the house. The
thought seemed so foreign.
When I heard others talk about an empty nest, they said they
loved it. I wondered how they
could. Didn’t they love their
kids? Were the kids that bad that
they were happy they were gone? I
knew neither of these was true, yet I couldn’t imagine enjoying life without
them. An often-heard piece of
advice was to keep busy. I already
considered my life very busy with teaching English, which includes lots of
papers to grade. I was also part
of many school committees and taught professional development classes. But to be on the safe side, I thought
maybe I should add something else to my docket to assure I didn’t have a single moment’s free time to think about
how lonely I would be when the time came.
I admit I probably went a little overboard when I started a non-profit music
and arts organization for teens, but this assured the non-existence of any free
time. According to my friends,
this would help.
Our first drop off ~ at McGill University, 2006 |
Fast forward three years and our time had arrived. The night before driving our younger
son to college found me in an awful mental state. I remember vividly the message he wrote to himself on the
small whiteboard I bought for his desk:
Don’t screw up. He
knew the stakes were high and was ready to tackle the challenge. The car ride home after the college
drop-off the next day was extremely quiet. Hindsight made me think that crying my eyes out the night
before allowed me to ‘get it out of my system’ so I would not cry in front of
him, like I did for my first son.
I remember the confused look on his face too, wondering why I was crying. I didn’t want that to happen again.
Second and final drop off ~ Berklee dorm, 2009 (whiteboard on the left...) |
The days and weeks that followed were strange. There was no child to wake up in the
morning, no breakfasts to prepare, no homework questions, and no asking where
anyone would be on a Saturday night. This was certainly a new phase of our lives, and I was not
loving it. I missed the boys. I missed being involved in their lives. I missed the full houses with their
friends and their laughter. I
missed the silliness but I’ll admit I did not miss the headaches.
The turning point for me was Parent’s Weekend, six weeks later. We spent a fun weekend at Berklee
filled with activities, meeting our son’s friends, and seeing that he was happy
and doing well. I was able to
return home content and ok with the fact that he was gone because of his
successful transition. After that, my attitude towards empty nest changed. Slowly I began allowing myself to enjoy
the new phase of my life. I had to
laugh at the irony; now that I wanted some free time to enjoy for myself, I had
none because I was, and still am, running the non-profit organization in my
‘free’ time.
Thanksgiving followed six weeks later and the nest was full
again, not just with our two boys, but with two times two times two. And in the years that have
followed, the nest has alternated between being empty and full.
I am proud of our boys’ independence. I am pleased that they can manage their
college and job workload, cook, do laundry, handle their finances, and have a
happy social life. I am glad that
they enjoy coming home and bringing their new friends with them. I am happy that we raised competent,
self-confident young men. So what I have learned is not to be said with the
prospect of the empty nest because the nest never really stays empty…they
always come back. It is a normal
and natural part of raising children.
Now on to the next phase…whatever that may be.
2012 ~ During a temporary Full Nest weekend |