For the first time in six
years, our house is officially home to both of our children. Our status as empty nesters is temporarily on
hold. Graduation a few weeks ago was a
major milestone for Bec and for us as both girls have now finished their formal
education. I use the word formal because
education should never truly end, as we all still have many things to learn as
we travel through life. Like a book, we
have reached the end of one chapter, and have turned the page to begin a new
one.
Gab moved back a year ago as
she took a job in this area. Debbie and
I are happy to have her live with us to help provide the opportunity to save
money before moving out on her own. Same
now goes for Bec. And while that is the
practical rationale, the truth is, even if this is for a short period, it is a
good feeling to have the family back together.
Again, I know that this is temporary, because as much as we would like
them to stay, the old adage, “our house, our rules” still applies. Not sure if that is a negative reflection on
us as being unchanging, but we still see our little girls as just that. I remember, before getting married, when I
was at my parent’s home, it felt like at many times they treated me as that
little boy who grew up there and only saw the adult Wayne when I was outside
their house. Alright, I will admit, in
hindsight it was kind of nice to be pampered, have food prepared for me and have
my laundry washed, folded and put away.
Still, in the realm of
milestones, the next chapter where we become empty nesters for good cannot be
too many years off. My mom always said
to my brothers and me that “…no matter how old you are, you will always be my
babies.” My brothers and I laughed at
that. It has taken decades for that
comment to finally catch up with me, as the girls are still our little kids –
albeit in grown up form, grown up mannerisms, grown up attitudes, and grown up
objectives. Okay, I just described young
adults, not children. I guess the lesson
learned, and the most important thing, is to enjoy them while they are still
under our roof. This should always be a
place of comfort, a place of warmth and a place for family to congregate, for
as long as Debbie and are able to make it so.
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