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AND JUST LIKE THAT THEY ARE GONE

LIFE IN GENERAL

They are Gone….

Gone

And just like that, they are gone. Gone from my house. Gone from my arms. My nest is empty. What will I do tomorrow? Who will eat all this food I just cooked? What will the hours bring that are usually spent watching softball? No questions about homework, no checking ball game schedules, no “goodnight, I love you”.

empty  nest mom

Just silence…

No little girls running through the house, no giggles, no snuggles. No ponytails to tie. Thirty years of mothering. Years and years full of laughter, and hugs and dancing. A lifetime of cheerleaders, drill teams, flag lines, and homecomings. There were dresses, and makeup, updos, and nails. Proms, and rodeos and endless softball games. Needless to say, there were more shoes than I could count, and cowboy boots and broken hearts…and cookie dough. (it makes bad days better).

And now there is silence, an overwhelming silence. Like a sad sound of nothing but my own deep sighs of “what now?”

softball girl
They came with no instructions

They came with no instructions, or guidebooks, and no google, but somehow, they survived, and so did I. In spite of those circumstances, I stand amazed at the beautiful productive women they have become. And for the most part, they are making their own way in this world and making it a better place.  None the less, there is a sweet sadness in the memories of their childhoods, but joy too. Joy in the successes of their ‘adulting’.

 

I am learning

Mothering never really ends, it’s a heart condition that is ever-present, but even so, here I am, here & there, all over the place, trying on my new non-mothering roll. With my daily responsibilities diminished, I set about searching for a new purpose.  Being more wifely to my husband? Being more who I was created to be?

I am learning. Learning that less can mean more and an empty nest doesn’t mean an empty life. I am learning that there are room and time for new adventures. And that silence is ok…silence

The phone is ringing, and with joy in my heart, I explain how to cook her favorite meal, because she misses her Momma’s cooking.

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  • Grammy Dee | Grammy's Grid
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    June 24, 2018 at 12:01 AM

    You’re so right, mothering never really ends…they will always be our babies no matter how old they are and we will always worry about them and hope the best for them. Shared x 4 ♥

    • Sylvia
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      June 24, 2018 at 2:20 PM

      It truly never ends.

  • Candt
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    January 2, 2019 at 9:11 PM

    As mothers we never stop being mom. They are always our children. Found you on Blogging Grandmothers link party

  • Laurie
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    January 3, 2019 at 3:27 PM

    I spent years mothering 3 boys. when they left, I moped around and did not know what to do with myself. Years of baseball, football, soccer, golf, tennis, driving to practice, watching games, garage bands, friends eating a week’s worth of groceries in one night! I started running, made a ton of friends, improved my relationship with my hubby, and started to really travel. It’s really the best time of your life! Still sad to see them go home after the holidays, though! 🙂

  • Dee | Grammy's Grid
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    January 5, 2019 at 3:16 AM

    Sylvia, thanks so much for linking up and co-hosting with me at the #WednesdayAIMLinkParty 28!

  • Linda S
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    March 2, 2019 at 10:49 AM

    oh, so bittersweet. Reading your heart and thoughts made me tear up, as we are halfway through the process — our oldest 4 have grown and gone on to start families and homes of their own, leaving us home with 4 more still to raise. I’m thankful for our house full of teenagers and in awe as I watch our adult children making their way on the life journey God has for them.

    • Sylvia
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      March 2, 2019 at 6:45 PM

      Linda S, Letting our children grow and leave us is one of the hardest things we as parents do. But somehow they make it, and so do we.

  • Dee | Grammy's Grid
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    August 12, 2022 at 6:46 AM

    Visiting again to say thanks so much for linking up at the 25 and Done Link Party 22! 25 entries in 25 hours!! Pinned.

    • Sylvia | Grace for a Gypsy
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      August 12, 2022 at 2:02 PM

      Thanks for hosting the party and for pinning my post!

  • Jean | Delightful Repast
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    August 12, 2022 at 11:11 AM

    [Not sure my comment went through; will try again.]
    Sylvia, this is so beautifully written, it paints such a picture. Bittersweet. I think the “what am I going to do now?” will gradually turn into “how did I ever have time to raise children?”—much like after someone eases into retirement after a long career and then wonders how they ever had time for a job!

    • Sylvia | Grace for a Gypsy
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      August 12, 2022 at 1:57 PM

      Thank you Jean, I was lost for quite awhile, but soon I was able to figure it out!

  • Dee | Grammy's Grid
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    August 18, 2022 at 4:53 AM

    CONGRATS Sylvia! Your post is FEATURED at the 25 and Done Link Party 23! 25 entries in 25 hours from Aug-18 at 5am to Aug-19 at 6am central.

    • Sylvia | Grace for a Gypsy
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      August 18, 2022 at 11:57 AM

      That’s awesome! Thanks for the FEATURE and for hosting the party!

  • Debra Jerry
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    August 21, 2022 at 1:43 PM

    Sylvia, I can completely relate to your story, but we often wonder how we did all the things we did, and while we were working! Fortunately, our kids and grandkids all live relatively close. We are still running kids to activities, but not nearly so much. In the blink of an eye…

    • Sylvia | Grace for a Gypsy
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      August 22, 2022 at 8:20 PM

      Thanks for stopping by Debra. Its a wonder how we did it all! Our kids and grands dont live near but we visit as often as possible and always try to catch any ballgames that happen to be going on! They grow up so fast.

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