I should have an empty nest by now, but I don’t.
Fourteen years ago, we had one child left at home when Daddy died, and Mama had to make the decision of where she would live. She could have stayed in her house. She was seventy-six and in perfect health, so living on her own was certainly possible; it just wasn’t the best choice. We all agreed that living with one of my two brugly others (pet name for my “ugly” brothers) and their wives or with Bobby and me was the way to go. Due to personalities and lifestyles, she moved up here with Bobby and me. Smart choice on her part, I must say. After all, they had to have three children before they got a good one. (Can you tell I’m #3?)
A month to the day after Daddy died, Mama moved in with us. Since Annie, our youngest, was still at home, Mama got the only empty bedroom, which was also the smallest. Being a good grandmother, she didn’t mind because she didn’t want Annie to have to switch. Although I have to say I would have enjoyed watching the two of them duke it out.
The next spring, Annie and Kris tied the knot, and Mama got the big girl room. We were officially out of kids, but we still had a mother.
Fourteen years later, here we are, rolling right along. Mama is still in excellent health physically and mentally, thank the good Lord, even though she gave us a scare a couple of years ago when she had a stroke. Thankfully she has no lasting effects. Mama and I have always gotten along and I think she loves Bobby more than she does me 🙂, so the three of us living together works out just fine. The fact that we’re still speaking even though we have to deal with her cell phone and Netflix issues is a testament to our relationship!
There are times that having a third person in the house is less than ideal. Not because of her personally, it would be that way no matter who it was. Bobby and I thought by now it would be just the two of us, and we were looking forward to it. We still are. But now we feel bad even thinking about it because there’s only one way that’s going to happen, and we don’t want that. And really, we don’t want her not with us; our lives would have a big empty hole without her.
Please don’t think I’m having a pity party or complaining. I’m not. This is just our life at this stage. And I know this isn’t what Mama ever thought her life would be like. It’s not easy living in someone else’s house even if it is your daughter and everybody gets along.
At this rate, we’ll be in our seventies before we’ll be just the two of us again. That’s ok. Instead of thinking what we’re missing empty nest-wise, we’re counting the blessings we have with our lives as they are. We couldn’t ask for more.