Empty Nest Syndrome? Not me, not really, well maybe a twinge of the syndrome. I'm a bit anxious, not for me but for the ones leaving the nest. I know the anticipation of their departure is far worse than the reality. In Pig Latin you would say "emptyay estnay" just thought you might like to know that.
This is what an empty nest looks like. Look empty to you? I see my nest just filled with a array of ever changing possibilities, which is some ways has me anxiously wondering what's on the horizon. I'm sad sometimes at the thought of not being "on a day to day basis" totally clued into their lives, that will take some getting use to. I look at it as just another step in my life- kind of like the feeling I had the first day of High School, or the Day I got Married. I was anxious on those days too, wondering what the future was to hold. But hey, I survived. I will survive this too- not only will I survive but I plan to Thrive! {I don't think a person who's children are independent productive and happy can be too far off the deep end, right? :}
I will Thrive because I have a plan- I thought I would share it with you. So if you see some downward slipping {kids} you can kick me or something like that.
I have seven areas I plan to work on or build upon:
{Just messing with you. You really didn't think I was going to take up snowboarding? That would be Denver's choice of fun, I'm not ready to die yet.}
- Attend the Temple More Often
- Collect/organize family history
- Fulfill My church callings
- Stay/get physically fit- find a new active sport to do with Dan
- Render more Christlike Service
- Do things that awakens a since of fun and learning.
- Continue to be a mystery to my husband.
I plan to do as President Hinckley said to do-
“In the process of educating your minds, stir within yourselves a greater sensitivity to the beautiful, the artistic, and the cultivation of the talent you possess, be it large or small.”
I think part of the reason we have "empty nest" syndrome, is because our identity is being challenged. After years and years of being the caregiver, the confidante, the Mommy. One day they up and change all that- How dare they! Luckily I figured out some time ago, {maybe after the second one left home, I'm on number five now} I have an identity separate from my job as a Mommy. {but still feel heart aches as each leaves, and every time they visit and then leave again. That's just me and always will be, sorry kids}
I think if I just remind myself of these three things:
- Identity
- Priority
- and Blessings
I will survive and Thrive my "emptyay estnay."
( and it always helps to have lots of Grand-baby and kid visits, just a little hint there. :}