Empty Nest, Again…

I wrote this story about 12 years ago. Those that know my family will realize that, but just in case, here you go:

As our last child prepared to go off to college, my husband, Jeff, fretted the empty nest syndrome. The boys were grown and gone, and now our “little girl” was leaving for college, but there must have been something wrong with me, because I found myself plotting. I could move my office from the family room to the boys’ old room, turn Mandee’s room into a guest room, and redo the kitchen.   After getting married at 17, I was ready for this new passage of life. After all, I was only in my early 40’s. Early, as in not yet “mid”.

After years of little league practice every day, games on Saturday, doctor visits, PTA, a full-time job, endless housework, and a husband who thought putting his clothes in the hamper was “pitching in” made me appreciate the thought of childless adulthood.

We soon discovered that as a childless couple, life was great. Jeff adjusted quickly. No need to shut the bedroom door and the house actually stayed neat and clean with little effort. I no longer had to hide my private stash of chocolate, except from myself. I actually got the laundry finished in one afternoon. The last time I caught up on laundry, I believe Ronald Reagan was president and that was only for two days. Then there was the extra money that seemed to appear in the checkbook each month. Lower utility bills and more money to spend on us.   What a drag, right? If this was the empty nest syndrome, it worked for me.

For the first time, I even had a guest room that was freshly painted with matching wallpaper and bedspread. We no longer had to sacrifice our bed or bribe a teenager to evacuate to the family room when company arrived. I moved my office from the family room into the boys’ old bedroom. The boys were in shock. Kids get weird when you act like they really moved out, don’t they?

Another first, I could purchase furniture that I actually liked, and not because it was practical and could take the abuse the kids would no doubt dish out. I bought a dining room set with a glass tabletop. After all, I didn’t have little kids to fingerprint it for me. I could get used to this.

Life was good. Every time I bragged to someone about how nice life was for a childless couple in their 40’s, some insightful friend would warn me, “Don’t get too used to it. They always come back.” Not my kids, we raised them to be independent and besides, we told them we moved to Florida, didn’t we?

Just when Jeff had managed to adjust and we’d settled into our new lifestyle, our daughter, Mandee, expecting her first baby, moved back home at my insistence when circumstances left her alone in her pregnancy. I couldn’t believe that our Christian family was facing such a crisis. But, as always, God was faithful and He walked us through this time of confusion and hurt. I was reminded that He wasn’t there to make the problems go away, but to walk us through them. And walk us through, He did.

I assured Mandee and my husband that there was no other alternative than for her to move back home. After all, the baby needed a father figure, every day, not just once in a while. That’s what Dr. Laura would advise, right? While I knew that line of thinking was correct and proper, I didn’t realize until too late that I’d neglected to lay down a few guidelines first.

Guidelines like, we only have babies that sleep through the night beginning in the hospital, and, it goes without saying that we all clean up after ourselves. What was I thinking? “Goes without saying?” Had I forgotten what her dorm room looked like?

Mandee’s pregnancy progressed and before I knew it, the time had come to actually attend childbirth classes and I was her coach. Suddenly, the realization hit me. We were having a baby! The little fella was on the way, getting ready to take up residence in the childless couple’s pad. I did, however, discover that I much preferred the role of coach as opposed to birth-giver. After 18 hours of labor and an epidural, Clarke gave us a scare and came into our lives by emergency C-section.

We had remodeled the family room for mother and son to share. This way, all the baby stuff could stay in one part of the house, leaving the rest intact. At least that was my plan. Of course, it was tough for Mandee to get any sleep in the same room as the little guy, so she took up residence in the guestroom. Just one of many short-lived luxuries.

Never had our house seemed so small. Even when we’d had three teenagers at home, there was plenty of space.   I’d forgotten that babies were born with an entourage of equipment attached right to the umbilical cord. Like playpens, swings, bassinets, bottles, sterilizer, linens, furniture, and toys. Suddenly, my childless couple hangout had turned into Romper Room and I was Miss Connie. It was okay though because Dr. Laura said so, but where was Dr. Laura when you needed her? Was she going to show up on Fridays to clean the house for the weekend? Well, just so you’ll know, she never showed.

Before we knew it, the little guy had stolen our hearts. Who were these giggling goofs we’d become? Once again, we found ourselves chasing after a toddler when Mandee would be off to college or working at her part-time job. My only regret is that I’m not the one who made all the money on the bumper sticker that said “If I’d known how much fun grandchildren where, I would have had them first!”

Clarke is now over two years old. Life without him would be hard to imagine. But, with Mandee’s impending marriage in just a few months, we’ll soon have to go through the empty nest syndrome again. It will be very different this time, much tougher. I have to keep assuring Jeff that the little guy will be spending as much time with Grandpa as anyone. After all, the newlyweds will need time to themselves, right?

I’ve learned that surviving life can be somewhat of an art. For starters, you have to try not to take things too seriously. The fingerprints on the French doors stand for a little one that I love and who loves me unconditionally. Toys all over the house means we have more than we need, when all we really need is each other. Stains on the carpet mean you buy a user-friendly steam cleaner and pretend it’s not an extra chore.

Surviving the challenges we face in life can be overwhelming, especially when we think we’ve already got it all figured out. Happiness comes when we accept that we’ll never have it “figured out”, at least not in this lifetime. Knowing that God is there to walk us through whatever comes our way is certainly comforting, but seeing how He brings happiness and joy in the midst of adversity is truly amazing.

4 thoughts on “Empty Nest, Again…

  1. kinnyh1943 says:

    Love this true story! Barry and I went through it twice. First when Tina came back to stay with her little Hannah. Then 20 years later when Hannah wanted to come to Florida tho live with us. Got married, moved out had a baby who was the light of our lives, then when Barry got so sick, the house was too crowed and they moved out again, taking our little light with then. He still came to us several times a week when their work schedules collided. And when Barry died, she found herself in Mandie’s position and moved back in with the little one with me and they are still there. I love it and frees me to make trips home to VA every year for months at a time. Don’t have to worry about leaving the house empty. I am blessed.

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  2. Anne Stover says:

    I enjoy everything you have written. You have helped me to go back in time many times over. Continue to share your blessing of writing with us, please.

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