Baby Come Back! Written by Monique Davis
My cousin sent out an email last week while her boys were away on spring break. She was sharing the empty nest anxieties she was feeling. I thought it was cute. One week and she was feeling it. I will be commenting and sharing the other end of it where you take your child to the first day of college and you walk away and leave your baby alone, in their own place, whether it be dorm or apartment, and tears are streaming down your face and your body is shaking and your head is hurting and your breath becomes short and you don’t know if they will make it without you. But any of us who have been through it realize, the real question is, you don’t know if you will make it without them! Whew! Anyway, Monique’s story is precious. Here it is.
Have you ever had your own story about empty nest syndrome? My kids are at my mother’s for spring break this week. We left them Saturday and we’re already feeling the pangs of separation anxiety. We try to only call and talk with them once a day to avoid the “When are you coming to get us” questions and feelings of guilt. We usually start out thinking it’s going to be so nice to have a week to ourselves, but we always get the blues after a couple of days. As much as we talk about wanting a break to be by ourselves, once we get it, we realize that life just isn’t the same without them.
We always end up getting them something nice like a new DVD they’ve wanted or a game for their gaming system as a welcome home present. They’ve gotten to the place where they start looking for it when they get home. I think this time I’ll forgo the gift and say the reward is being back home with your mother and father.
My parents are wonderful grandparents and I’m extremely grateful that they’re both still around to have such an active part and influence in their lives. I know my parents enjoy having them when they can. I also know that they, like countless other grandparents, enjoy the fact that they can send them back when it’s time.
My husband and I never talk openly about it to each other, possibly so we can avoid the inevitable breakdown to tears that would come. Or is it to avoid dealing with the fact that we’ve lost so much of ourselves as a couple due to how much of our lives revolves around our kids? We love them and spoil them too, to an extent. But is this the way it’s really supposed to be?
Holla back!