Happy Nesting
- Rosetta Mandisa
- Sep 21, 2020
- 2 min read
There were days when I thought I’d have kids in my house forever. There were days when I thought, “am I going to be okay when the kids are gone?” There was a rollercoaster of emotions swirling inside me as I watched my kids grow up and move on with their lives. When my love and I met, my son was thirteen and his five little ones ranged in age from three to twelve. As of today, all of our babies are out of the house and so, that just left my love and me! I will admit when the last two, the twins, moved out, the house seemed mighty big and extremely quiet. Now, that took some getting used to.
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This past Friday was probably the first Friday night since my son started playing football at thirteen that I wasn’t at a game, in the stands, screaming at the top of my lungs. All of our kids were involved in some kind of sport or extracurricular activity that required their dad and I to spend week nights shuffling them to and from practice. Thursday and Friday nights meant we were in attendance at softball, basketball or jv football games. Saturdays were reserved for seven on seven, ROTC drills, and track and field. To think about it now, I have no idea how we didn’t pass out from sheer exhaustion.
We became professionals at packing just the right amount of snacks and drinks to keep everyone on their toes and without food attitudes. (You haven’t lived until you’ve had skewered frozen grapes!) We sat in the rain, we sat in the heat. It’s a wonder we never got sick. We have been blessed in the fact that not one of them got hurt on our watch.
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Our youngest daughter’s room is now my office. Our youngest son’s room is now my love’s relaxation space. We redesigned our oldest daughter’s room into a guest room. What I’ve noticed the most is that my love and I have filled the house with us. We’ve decided to do things around the house and in our personal lives that we’d been putting off doing because wanted to give that time, energy and space to our children so that could be and become the people they needed.
I absolutely love being a mom. What’s even better is that now I get to be a Yaya too! However, what I know better than anything else is that my love and I literally poured our whole heart and souls into raising our children. If we were going to do anything right in our time together, it was making sure our kids had a good life and were good people. So now, when I am sitting in my recliner or playing around in my garden, while I miss my babies, I never feel guilty for doing what I want. I plan on enjoying all of this quiet, the food that now seems to remain in my fridge and my slowly increasing bank account. Empty nesting isn’t so bad after all.
On to our next chapter…:)
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