They were such cute kids. Don’t get me wrong, they got on my nerves plenty; but they were mine and I loved them so much. It kills me that they are growing up and leading their own lives. Raylee is almost 18 and although he doesn’t have the life experience, he’s basically a man. One with his own thoughts and agenda. He’s rarely at home and it breaks my heart that he’s not my “little” boy anymore.
Tia has turned into a beautiful girl. She’s so pretty. She’s also 16 (in Aug) and full of 16-year old attitude. She has no idea how much I love her.
At an early age I had my life totally planned out. It didn’t include kids or living in Arkansas or struggling to make ends meet or a host of other things. But life has a way of not following a plan. As John Donne once said, “No man is an island” and even though that was written many many years ago, it is true.
Empty nest. My little birds are beginning to fly on their own and they don’t want or need my help. After being “needed” for so many years and wishing I could do whatever I wanted, now that my time in life is here….I don’t want it. I want them to need me because I need them.
We used to have a poem back in high school. If you love something, set it free. Truly much easier said than done.
I have no kids yet, but I do remember everything my mom taught us (to my brother and I). When I was 10 years old she started to act completely different not only with me but with my brother as well ( even though he was just four years old). She always was making sure we were learning good housekeeping skills, for example, how to cook a good basic meal that won’t break the bank, how to use the washing machine and balance our finances. When I flew the nest I was just 15 years old because I was about to start a new college student life in another city. Of course that was long time ago, but my mom still try to hide her feelings and keep saying that after she spent 15 years with me, she constantly was seeing my needs, worrying about who I was with and where I was at, it was difficult to shake off. She says that was really hard to cope when her kids flew the nest. I bet this is what happened to you too. You were not ready to see your kiddos flying the nest. You love them more than life itself or probably a lot more than what you love yourself. I really love the poem at the end of the story “If you love something, set it free”
Such a heartbreaking story for people that are about to live the experience to see their birds fly the nest!