I always thought that I’d love it when my kids were grown. I come from a fairly large family and there was always a bunch of kids hanging around. My parents raised 7 of us in this house and then when we began to have kids, my nephews and nieces were always here…mostly the boys. And they were pretty rambunctious so yeah, it was always pretty loud in this house. My kids and their first cousins were always getting into something around here.
Most of my nieces and nephews are grown now and beginning to have families of their own. They aren’t around as much and the family is beginning to splinter off. I was sort of prepared for that part though. At least there’s Facebook because, we talk often using that site.
What is throwing me for a loop is my own Empty Nest Syndrome. My kids are grown and the house is so quiet. YellowJacket has been staying by her dad’s house (she’s driving now and her dad has put wheels under her so she’s nesting there) and PurpleKnight is rarely home between working and going to school. In the fall, he’s going away to college and won’t be here at all.
The house is so still.
The stillness of this house is hitting me like a ton of bricks.
I can only imagine how hard it was for my mom. It must have been hell for her. My mom had kids around her from 1951 until three months before she died in 2002. A lot of times, I think that’s what killed her spirit to live….this big, quiet ass house.
It’s obvious that I’m entering another phase of my life.
My third transition.
I have to let it sink in that it’s truly my time now and revamp. It’s gonna take some effort, much more than I thought.
I don’t think I’ll ever leave New Orleans.
There is always something festive to do here.
And I’m gonna need her to keep me company.
Because the silence around here is deafening.