On Sunday over here, there’s this thing we do. Write for five minutes about whatever you feel like dumping (the good, the bad, or the ugly), but don't edit it before pushing publish. I’d like to give a shout out to my auto-correct today for fixing my misspellings and not replacing them with the usual nonsensical stuff.
Boy have my Saturday nights changed over the last quarter century.
We first stayed in on Saturday nights because or kids were little and, frankly, we didn’t have the money for either a babysitter or TGI Fridays. We added ground beef to Ragu, poured it over spaghetti, made some toast, and called it dinner. They loved it! Maybe at ten o’clock when the kids were finally down, we’d have a bottle of beer. Some of the best Saturday nights of our marriage were spent like this.
When we couldn’t get our kids to stop growing so fast, so we rode the roller coaster of activities. Saturday night meals were often rotating drive-thru fast food, or whatever snacks I had in the back of the Suburban. We were a family on the run. Some of our best family memories were during this whir.
Then high school hit hard and our Saturday nights were spent organizing driving shifts with other parents. Maybe sneaking in a quick dinner out or a movie then playing “Rock, Paper, Scissors” for who would wait up. Because the curfew sheriff was always awake. Most Saturdays we wished the kids had their driver’s licenses already.
Wow, was ignorance bliss because once they did, Saturday nights meant no chance of rest until the keys were hung back up. And fingers crossed that curfews were made because who feels like playing “Bad Cop” at midnight, though we would if we had to. We were lucky here.
Being an empty nester, Saturday nights feel a little like being a kid in a candy store. Though whhat we secretly longed for was a text to know how you were. (I’m just being nice. We don’t worry about it all that much.) Wanting to know you are safe.
But still, ironically, the very best Saturday night feeling in the world may be having your kid tucked safely under the covers of their own bed and relishing in the chance to walk past their door, again, with the opportunity to peek in.
That was my Saturday night last night.
I feel you! My younger daughter graduated high school last week and is off on an Alaskan cruise with her Dad and older sister. Soon she will be 3,00 miles away from me and it will be just me and her younger brother at home. This isn't an easy time!!
I love my babies, always have and always will. Glad to find you via socsunday today!
I remember that time too! The first semester with my daughter away was a difficult adjustment. Of course, her brother loved it because he go all the attention then.
I know the feeling! I visited you already though didn't have time to comment so I am heading back to do so!!!
So many changes but when you share them it makes the load lighter. :)
While my Saturdays look so different from 10 years ago and 10 years before that I know that 10 years from now is just a eye blink away. So I will hover around the door a bit more and I will kiss those heads and wait until I wishing they were home and cuddled under those comforters.
HUGS Gina. xo
I got goosebumps reading that. I think that empty nest is something I've been dreading since the day my son was born. I'm definitely a "be careful what you wish for" kind of mom. I need to slow the clock!
Kir, it happens so fast. There's nothing like having them home again(in the best ways, and even the not so fun ones like differing body clocks). Keep kissing those cuties while they'll still let you and they are under your roof!
Don't get me wrong. In most ways having an empty nestis pure bliss. You get nostalgic though. You spend so much time taking care of them, and loving them, it's wonderful exhausting but you wouldn't trade it for the world.
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