I am a 48 year old wife of 28 years. We have three “children”… LOL! The oldest is 25 and she has finished college, has a great job, and owns her own home. The middle daughter is 21. She did a couple of years of college and has decided she doesn’t want to be in healthcare. Following on the tail of her brother she has enlisted in the Air Force. Then there is our “baby”. He is 19. He is in the Army now, currently doing basic training at Fort Jackson South Carolina. We are empty nesters except for my 93 year old grandmother. She has been with us for six years and I am seeing major changes as of late. Her mind is failing her and she knows it. That is the really hard part.
Empty nest is not what I expected it to be. I looked forward to living for us. We were married at 19 and 20 then had our first child at 22 and 23. We never really enjoyed “us” time. There are many things that I enjoy in life. Working out, reading, knitting/crocheting, riding the Harley, traveling to tropical places. I work a full time job which leaves me little time to enjoy these things. I still do all those things because you know as the nest gradually becomes empty to adapt. The strange things are I don’t have those big meals to cook, I can do laundry any day of the week that I want, I know cut the grass, help hubby outside whenever he needs assistance, and get homecare for Grandma when we go away for a few days.
The “Finding Me” part is a slow journey. I enjoy being with my husband so much that I don’t always take time to do the other things I like to do. So, bear with me, I am resistant to change. 🙂
I thought I would come to this spot and share life as we live it. Share the things we are enjoying, the curves, the potholes, the hills, and the valleys. I hope you will come along for the ride and we become fast friends!
Our two daughters are currently both estranged. We have not see the younger for 3 weeks and don’t have any idea where she is living. At least we know where the oldest lives but she is having nothing to do with us right now. They both need prayers and time to grow and mature; to understand what their father and I have really done for them. If I don’t talk about them it’s because it’s the way it has to be for me to get through this time. I love them and think about them but if I talk about them, I cry.