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Empty nest, full heart

In my waning hours of active motherhood, I am sipping tea and listening to tender echoes.

Later today, we will pack up Molly’s things and drive our youngest child to college.  Avid cooks, we understand that each has its place in the human palate, but I vehemently disagree with those who call this moment bittersweet.

I am thankful every day for the opportunity to hear my four children call me Mom.  Neither the gratitude nor the designation changes when the last child leaves. As with all their moves away from me – birth, weaning, steps, school – I am proud, amused, fascinated and consistently shocked by the swift passage of time.  But, bitter? Never.

As this parental denouement rolls out, I am discovering that, even when everything changes, the important stuff remains. Today, that means the echoes.

I can close my eyes and hear:

  • The kitchen cacophony of scraping plates, clanging silverware and tiny voices. What’s the best thing that happened to you today? What’s the worst? Did you remember to turn in your permission slip? Did I remember to sign it?
  • The intense post-dinner negotiations. “It’s Charlie’s turn for dishes.” “No way, I did them Tuesday.” “We had pizza Tuesday. That doesn’t count.” “I’ll do them tonight if you do them tomorrow” “What’s for dinner tomorrow?”
  • The music. The elegant cello and bleating didgeridoo, garage bands and clarinets, shower songs, piano practice and all those glorious impromptu concerts when friends visited and impossibly talented musicians made my living room rock.
  • The various intonations of my name. “Mama” “Mommy” Mo-om” “Mom!” “ummm Mrs. Biskupic?” “Mom?” “Mother!”
  • The games. This is Jeopardy. Go long! Go Fish. Go directly to jail. Three words. First Word. Sounds like. H-O-R-S-E.
  • The panicked searches. “Oh my God! I can’t find my band uniform!” “Where are the car keys?” “Did you wash my lucky shirt?” “I need my Social Security card, not the number, the actual card.” “Who ate the cookies I made for my French class?”
  • The laughter bubbling up from our family room and bouncing around the upstairs rooms.
  • The noisy tears. Furious sprays of drama. Painful, slow, fat drips.
  • The midnight thump of small, bare feet racing nightmares to our bed.
  • The last firm click of the side door knob. They’re all here. They’re all home. They’re all safe.

We’re driving back to an empty nest tonight. But, I’m telling you, our hearts are full.

Charlie's baptism

Poor Charlie. We had no idea what we were doing 29 years ago during our first few days of active parenting. We learned plenty, though, including how to hold a baby so his head isn’t stuck in your armpit. Vince and I are 23-years old here, and, 29 years later, we’re still having a blast with this parenting thing.

Baby Katherine and me at the farm

My dad took this picture 27 years ago of Katherine and me. I just love the way her little hand is resting on mine.

Dad and baby Katherine

We had some great role models…

Vinnie and Grandpa Vince

…Dads who had a sense of fun.

Molly and Grandma Mary Jane

…and Mom’s who exuded parental joy.

On Grandma Peggy's porch

Our kids have been surrounded by love…

Father's Day Scamper

…and friendly competition.

Vinnie Charlie and Vince Pop Warner

We’ve coached a few teams..

Molly and her cello in the woods

…listened to an instrument or two…

baba and family

…been blessed by a great-grandparent…

Grandpa Fey, Molly and Me at Community Nursery School

…or two…

Vinnie Charlie Katherine and Molly in the big bed

Had fun with each other…

Mexit Mollys Grad Party 013

…and loved every moment of this parenting thing.

Molly Clapping

And you, our beautiful, youngest child, may your life be filled with friendship, joy, love, good health, interesting people, laughter, kindness and well-stocked kitchens. We hope you travel the world and always, always find your way home.

 

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Posted on August 31, 2016, in Family, Family Stories, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Barb Tengesdal

    This is the most beautiful thing I’ve read online for such a long time. Thank you Laura, for eloquently putting my similar thoughts and emotions about being a parent in writing. I will cherish this post.

  2. Gladys Wisnefski

    Beautiful, Laura! It will be an inspiration for all moms going through this right now. Have a safe and pleasant trip today.

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