There's a definite lack of sparkling conversation.
George forces a
smile at Susan. There's a long pause, broken only by Susan sighing.
George
finally thinks of something to say.
GEORGE: I, uh, oh, broke a shoelace today.
SUSAN: Oh, I can get you shoelaces tomorrow.
GEORGE: Okay.
SUSAN: So, what color?
GEORGE: Brown.
Susan nods her comprehension, as George muses for a moment.
GEORGE: Maybe a black.
1. We’ve got our Friday nights back.
2. And our Saturday mornings.
3. And Wednesday afternoons.
After years of filling them with football games, Cross Country meets, plays, and
little league games, it seems weird to look at the calendar and see nothing on
the schedule so…
4. We’re making plans together.
Last month we took some long bike rides. We went to a book signing and saw a
show at the theatre. This month we are signed up for a cooking class. Data shows
a slight increase in the number of days I was voluntarily NOT in my pajamas by
8pm.
5. We’re making plans apart.
Paul’s playing tennis a few times a week and I’m taking a class on Tuesday
nights. Paul sings in the choir and I love my Friday morning cycle workout.
6. We’re talking. but now it’s
less about parenting logistics and more about tennis and class and choir and
cycle workouts. One of Paul’s favorite quotes from Seinfeld is when George
Costanza is having a mundane conversation with his fiancé and says, “I broke a
shoelace today.” We don’t want to be that old couple you see in the restaurant
staring at each other or their phones because they have nothing to say.
7. We are cooking less... Without
the structure of family dinners, our eating patterns are less regular. It’s easier
to spontaneously go out when there’s fewer schedules to coordinate. So, we’ve
spent less on groceries and more on restaurants and that brings me to my next
point:
8. …And eating more. No, I
haven’t gained the “Freshman 15” since Katherine left for college, but I’ve put
on a few. The good news: When you squeeze
into too tight pants, it smooths out all the wrinkles. No ironing!
9. Tackling home projects. Katherine
told me that college freshmen worry that they will come home to find their rooms have been repurposed. The bedrooms are untouched, but we did
replace an old vanity and toilet in our hall bathroom. Today I’m going to
pick up tile for a backsplash and we have plans to replace the 20 year old wallpaper in our kitchen.
10. Traveling. I’ve got good kids.
And yet, leaving them alone for a weekend wasn’t easy. Remember all those funny stories of the stuff
we did in high school? It’s funny until you have teenagers and then it’s a
little nerve wracking. After a weekend
away with friends, it was good to come home and not feel like I was playing
detective looking for evidence of foul play.
11. I have clothes! And shoes.
And jewelry. And it is all in my closet right where it is supposed to be
because no one has borrowed anything.
12. I’m wearing sunscreen. Being old enough to have two kids in
college means being old enough to see the aging effects of my own teenage
years. The Hawaiian Tropic SPF 4 was replaced with Neutrogena SPF 50 years ago, but the damage was done. Next week, I’ll have a small surgery to remove a
skin cancer from my nose. Luckily it is
October and I’m sure I can work the stitches into some sort of Halloween costume.
13. I’m still parenting. I’m glad they still call and text for
advice. I’m proud of their growing independence but it’s still nice to feel
needed. And when Jack wants to know how to make tuna noodle casserole (cook the
noodles first!) he could google it but I’m glad he chose to call his momma.
14. I’m still worrying. There’s
an expression—If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy. But I think that’s
backwards. If Jack or Katherine is having a tough time or a bad day, my heart
hurts for them. And I worry. I’m hoping
it will be a funny family story someday. “Remember the time you were sick and you called
mom and told her you were dying and then she couldn’t get in touch with you so
she called campus security to check on you?”
15. I still wake up every morning
determined to be the best me I can be. And I still screw up. I still take time
to thank God for this new stage of my life and I’m still living with a grin,
some grit, and a bit of grace.
Cheers to being an empty nester! |
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