Thoughts From An Almost-Empty Nest
I never felt like the years were flying by until now, and with my kids finishing up high school, we’re thinking about what comes next after they go.
I never felt like the years were flying by until now, and with my kids finishing up high school, we’re thinking about what comes next after they go.
I thought I was ready for my college freshman to spend Winter Break with us, but I really had no idea what we were both in for, I guess.
What can be done when a young adult has been enabled by her parents and is now completely immune to failure or consequences?
Getting ready for your college freshman’s first (or first longer) return to home? There’s much for which to be thankful, starting with having a game plan.
Was the first college dorm drop-off the stuff of legends? Actually, it felt remarkably normal, even as everything is changing, now.
I thought getting my oldest off to college was the hardest transition, but now it’s time for the last everything as her little brother heads into senior year.
While my time of “active parenting” with my kids is drawing to a close, I finally figured out how to make sure the tail end of their childhoods isn’t lost.
Who knew that helping my pack rat kid dig out her room before college would actually make me laugh?
I’ve been focusing so much energy on getting ready to let go of my college freshman, I forgot I was going to have to do a trial run with her brother, first.
How do we switch gears from “child we provide for” to “young adult who must provide for herself” in a way that makes sense? In our case, slowly.
There’s nothing like a few little health scares to make you think about your assumptions and the future.
It seems like there was supposed to be an immediate shift, somewhere in the whole turning-18-and-graduating-high-school thing. But life is full of moments.
Graduation is almost here, and so are all of the feelings that accompany it. Time to make a to-do list and focus on that, I guess.
Oh, those halcyon final days of high school when… your college-bound teen knows everything and you’re just stupid. Yeah. Um. Take a deep breath.
A lifetime of nagging my children in the name of “helping” is coming to a close, because we all need me to back off. It’s hard, but I’m working on it.
A remodeling project is always fraught, but throw soon-to-fly-the-coop teens into the mix, and I’m even more neurotic than usual. Surprise.
In a two-career, two-teenager household, is it possible to step back from an atmosphere of constant “busy?” Maybe not, but I’m trying.
With just a few months left before my oldest flies the coop, we survived being in a show together (and had a blast).
As the clock ticks down on my oldest’s remaining time at home before launch, the pushing and pulling between us intensifies, bittersweet.
I finally bought a new car, but is it just a car or the beginning of a bunch of transitions on our way to empty-nest-dom?