I walk through this house
Passing empty rooms
Where my children used to sleep
It feels like only moments ago that I would call
“Goodnight I love you”
And hear their answering replies
My footfalls seem so loud
In this house gone quiet
And the walls
With their nicks and scrapes
Tell their own stories
Of a time that is done
Nothing prepares you for when the kids move out. It’s a feeling of pride (that they are doing such a wonderful job of adulting) anxiety (because there is so much that can go wrong – hey I’ve got a great imagination) and grief.
Grief because a wonderful time, a very special time, is over and it will never ever come back – and this is the moment it hits you.
As you walk past empty rooms.
I have a very busy life that I love and this season means I have more to time to write, to travel and to be a little more selfish again – but… as I wander past the boys empty rooms at night I really miss them.
Which is of course is just another life change. What I don’t miss first thing in the morning is school day drama – my mornings are so peaceful now! My dog doesn’t have to be convinced to get out of bed – she is raring to go for a walk!
Have a lovely day to all the parents out there – no matter what stage of parenting you are at – it is a special time.