This is the first Monday morning that I have faced a new week with an empty nest. The first day in 30 years I don't have to think about caring for my children. I don't have to worry what they will eat for lunch or if they need something washed. I won't have to walk into their room and straighten it with my perfectionist eye. I miss their noise and even their bickering. I miss them!
I carried them and gave them life ~held them close to my heart and nurtured them. One by one they have left the nest. I know I shouldn't want it any other way. I know this is what I raised them to do. I know I need to cut the apron strings. But ~ I don't want to! I want to kick and scream and throw a fit and just cry.
My house is picture perfect~ not a thing out of place. My floors are clean and the beds are made neat and tight~ grandma would be proud. The house is quiet so I turn on praise music. Oh~ what I would give to have them all home for just one more day. I would sit and play all day and let them make messes and put away the phone and computer and turn off the television. I would glory in my children just one more day.
I am so thankful that I choose to stay at home and raise my children. Today ~ I am so thankful I made my children my career. I am thankful my man was willing to make huge sacrifices so I could have the past 30 years. Today ~ I have no regrets! I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Give me a moment or two and I will move along and pick up my to-do list and plan what the rest of our life will look like.