A Vision of an Empty Nest
Bluebird flying home to an empty nest.
Sitting on the corner of the bed, I begin to recall all the nights I read to my children before bedtime. One book was never enough, it was usually an excited “just one more please,” from both of my children.
A somber and nostalgic wave blew across me. As I’m petting my King Charles Cavaliers hair, she closes her eyes and begins to bark softly, having doggie dreams, no doubt. I begin to think this is it; this is what it feels like to be an empty nester.
I’m pondering in the room and feeling a new pain, one I’ve never felt before. Only to realize, I must have said the last part aloud, I hear a voice come from the other side of the bed
“mom I’m right here , you’re not an empty nester, both of your kids still live at home”, the voice said. I turned my head and on my left side, I saw my daughter “mom you’re literally sitting on my bed” she said.
I glanced at her and realized I was indeed sitting on her bed. Observing me in amusement she sits up, she smiles and I smile back at her as she places her arm around my shoulder. I place both arms around her and I’m grateful, not yet an empty nester.
