Sometimes, it’s the simplest songs that get ya. I kept hearing this one, and finally looked at my car radio dial to learn I was listening to Jessica Allossery
Back to those very simple lyrics. My first thoughts went to my daughter Laura, who is expecting a baby girl near October 1.
But then they drifted back to me. To my own days of letting kids go. I did well with empty nest. My girls loved college, and after they were both gone, I went to Vermont College to get a Masters of Fine Arts in Writing (a low residency program). Those were happy days for all of us.
But now, as I get ready to leave this old house, I’m feeling a new sort of empty nest, the thoughts of an empty house. I can still hear the girls’ footsteps in the upstairs hall. The bounding down the stairs. The slamming of the kitchen screen door.
The girls are delighted we’re getting a new house, and I’m already thinking how I will decorate the grandchildren’s bedroom. So a good letting go, if I can only get brave enough to walk out of that old screen door for the last time.
“Will you do better if someone buys the house who really loves it?” Cliff asked me the other night.
That might be one of those “duh” questions, but I get what he means. Yes, then I can let the house go.And it might be nice to let someone else tackle the dilemma of the porch floor.
Any advice for those new to empty nest?
What about you? Any advice on leaving a long-lived-in house?
Photo: Daughter Kath, mother of my now four-year-old grandson Mazen, is on the left, and Laura, is on the right. We were on our way to a baby shower for Laura in July. Note the floor. Paint refuses to stick.
Letting Go: I found this great article the other day on Tiny Buddha. One of the best I’ve read. Check it out here.