Well, our nest isn’t empty yet. It’s only half empty since my son still lives at home.
You might wonder how I know anyone else lives here when I rarely see my son or my daughter for that matter?
I can TRACK them!
Yup! I know where they’ve been and when they’ve been there. It’s like tracking wild animals and being happy with just a glimpse of them once in a while.
Well, there’s the food missing from the fridge every morning, the bread crumbs and food residue on the counter, the empty juice jug left in the fridge, the kettle left out after being used, the silver coins missing from our ‘loose change’ jar, the empty toilet paper roll, the lack of hot water in the shower, the unflushed toilet, and in Erin’s case the blank spaces where food used to be in the pantry… I could go on and on.
Luckily for them (and me), I remember what it’s like to want to leave the nest. I understand the need for independence and to stretch the cord to it’s most taut without actually breaking it.
They’re both doing very well now.
Erin does live with some roommates about two blocks away. She didn’t move too far from the nest. We see her when she needs us to puppy sit for her puppy, ‘Goddess’ Athena, or when she needs to come do her ‘grocery shopping’ in our kitchen pantry.
Although Stuart still lives at home, he has a full-time job on a local farm and seems to love the work and his boss. They seem to value him too as they treat him very well.
Both of them are very hard workers and I have no doubt they’ll succeed in any endeavor.
So, I sit here and glory in the occasional sighting of my elusive kids (oops! young adults), continuing all the while to deal with the ‘tracks’ they leave behind.