I knew The Day Would Come


Who will I be when the last one walks out the door? Who am I now? How will I act when I am no longer responsible for anybody, when no one looks up to me for guidance or support?

I love being a mom. I loved being a mom of young children and of teenagers and of young adults.  But as the last one packs, will I change? I think I will. I've never got a chance to live footloose and fancy free. I started working full time when I was 16, met my husband when I was 17 got married at 22 and started a family. At first, that was challenging yet so rewarding. When we got a grasp on things there was a lovely rhythm. And despite the fact that I failed in some ways, I was good, quite good, in others. I tried hard to be a good mom. Financially I was and am rock solid. I don't believe in debt and am not into taking risks. For the most part I'm conservative in my personal values but believe that the freedoms that many men and women died to protect mean that others should NOT have to live the way I do. I spanked, I must admit, but I would not if I had things to do over. I would do many things differently. 
 
The kids are taking off, so now do I take up drinking and partying hard? Start frequenting night clubs? Get a set of wild friends?  I'm doing a lot of golfing with my Boy Scout, meeting new people and looking for a new rhythm. A different beat that suits this unfamiliar life, with less responsibility and financial worries and a ton more peace and gratefulness than when I began this journey. 


What next? Adapting to life with a really special man and I think I'll play the rest by ear.

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  1. BirdieJuly 4, 2016 at 4:27 PM

    My youngest is leaving the nest and I am dealing with a lot of the same emotions. It is surreal.

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    1. Linda dJuly 5, 2016 at 7:54 AM

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    2. Linda dJuly 5, 2016 at 7:55 AM

      It really is Birdie. Good and sad wrapped up in a blanket.

      Happy Tuesday....have a great day.

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  2. LollyJuly 5, 2016 at 5:51 AM

    It's so strange how we are all going thru the same thing right now. My 28 year old son is also moving out and moving away to Arizona. It is time, past time really, and I know he is an adult but he's my boy, my baby and I will miss him terribly. He's got the best view out of his bedroom window. Maybe I'll make his room my little crows nest where I can read and ponder light and love and wonder and blog with you guys. (ps If I had it to do over again I wouldn't spank either)

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    1. Linda dJuly 5, 2016 at 7:59 AM

      Make the nest Lolly. I can picture you in there now!!

      Your input is a great comfort to me.

      Have a great day!

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  3. BirdieJuly 5, 2016 at 7:21 PM

    I wouldn't have spanked either. One of my bigger regrets of parenting.

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