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Can I Speak Without Pictures? Maybe…

11 Jul

This past week I have been at a loss for words. Not because I didn’t have any to share but because I had no new pictures to go with them.

On a recent trip to Montana I lost the battery charger for my camera. I tried ordering another battery online but haven’t found anyone who stocks them. I thought it would be great to have a second charged up battery . I finally ordered a new charger for my camera but it was over a week ago and it’s not here yet so no new pictures with a dead battery in my camera.

Today has been a difficult day. I started loading up furniture and belongings of my two daughters and grandson into a pickup truck and trailer at 7am this morning. My daughters are starting the process of moving into their own apartment. We hit the road for the 45 minute drive to their apartment at 7:40am. By noon we had my truck, trailer and each of their cars unloaded into the second story apartment.

Our oldest has been in her own apartment for the past four years while she has attended college but home every summer to work. Our youngest who is 20 has never left home before and has a son that will be two next month.  They will be moving into the apartment full-time in about three weeks.

Tonight when I got home from work the house is a mess with things half packed, half sorted just the way we left it this morning but with a silence that is deafening remaining. I started picking things up and putting them away trying to keep a positive attitude. Thinking thoughts like the house will stay cleaner longer, there will be less dishes to do and less laundry for sure. Since I’ve done such a bad job in cooking meals lately I won’t mention less cooking to do.

The girls and my grandson will come home on the weekends they assure me to do laundry. My sons now both in their own homes have busy lives between their homes, work and other interests.  I struggle between feeling of wanting to put everything personal in the house away so I’m not reminded that they are not here or to start dragging out more pictures and stuff to fill the void.

On my livingroom walls I stencilled the words “There’s no place like home” many years ago, delighted that we were able to buy a home on a lake for our family to enjoy while our kids were growing up. Now it’s the last place I feel like being. If my husband said let’s go here or there…it wouldn’t matter where, I would go with him anywhere just to escape.

I’m excited for my kids to head out on their own. That’s the way it should be and I’m proud of them but does it have to hurt so much?

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Posted by on July 11, 2011 in Family, Grandparenting, Parenting, Reflections

 

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7 responses to “Can I Speak Without Pictures? Maybe…

  1. nrhatch

    July 11, 2011 at 9:34 pm

    Aww, Jeanne. That’s sad.

    Sorrow is the price we pay for joy.
    Give Tigger a hug ~ he always makes me feel better. 😀

     
  2. pattisj

    July 12, 2011 at 4:52 pm

    Yes, when we love them, we are certainly going to miss them. I’m glad they’re not too far away. Growing pains for everyone, more than likely. I think you’re going to find a new relationship with them soon–a very rewarding best friend experience. Just you wait and see! Besides, they’re getting to the age where you look smarter every day. 🙂 Hugs!

     
    • flyinggma

      July 12, 2011 at 5:23 pm

      Thanks for the encouraging words Patti especially the part about me looking smarter every day 🙂

       
  3. writerwoman61

    July 13, 2011 at 6:22 am

    Sending you hugs, Jeanne (and wishing that day when they’re all gone will come for us soon!)…

    Wendy

     
    • flyinggma

      July 13, 2011 at 9:22 pm

      Thanks for the hugs Wendy…Be careful what you wish for…the house can be pretty quiet.

       
  4. Christine Grote

    July 13, 2011 at 8:08 am

    My heart aches for you. Our four children have moved out one by one. Each one took a piece of my heart with them.

    The grandchild leaving must be especially difficult.

    Allow yourself to grieve for a bit. Then when you’re done, you’ll be able to enjoy the times you have with them still.

     
  5. pearlsandprose

    July 13, 2011 at 5:43 pm

    Oh Jeanne, I know how you feel. When my first son moved out, the feelings of loss were awful. I just sat down and cried. People mention “empty nest syndrome,” but I don’t remember anyone talking about how much it hurts. Now that my sons have been on their own for five years, I’m more used to it, but those goodbyes are still tough.

    Sending hugs your way….

     

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