*Sounds aging mother facing up to growing up kids and looking back on 25 years parenting gushing tripe klaxon*
Don’t say I didn’t warn you….
A few weeks ago I managed to tug at the heartstrings with my post The Empty(ing) Nest and I’m possibly like to tug at them again. As I type I am just a few hours away from no longer being the mother of children. My dear son, known on here as Tech Support will be 18 and I will now be the mother of two adults. It’s a funny time of life for me as there seems to be a lot of big changes including a shift in my role and purpose making more sentimental and pensive than usual. (is that even possible you ask?)
25 years ago I was pregnant with my first, Miss Lashes and since then the last quarter decade my non-exhaustive list has looked something like this….. changing nappies, wiping noses, drying tears, reading stories, curing hiccups, cooking meals, cleaning up sick, driving to hospital, wrapping presents, holding hands, listening, talking, laughing, crying, pushing pushchairs, in and out of car seats, washing, washing, washing, parents evening, two more sleeps, getting it wrong, orthodontists, church, sunday school, parties, nightmares, singing, dance school, ballet, work, BB’s, Santa, grazed knees, fancy dress costumes, homework, school plays, loneliness, sledging, feed the ducks, don’t touch, meningitis, appendix, temperatures, swimming, this club, that club, no you can’t, yes you can, chicken for tea, stop fighting, I love you, I will always love you, three more mouthfuls, night, night, be careful, phone me, driving lessons, fear, well done, it’ll look better in the morning, guilt, pride, fear, love, love, love.
‘You’d be greetin’ if he wasn’t leaving home’ Said Orkney Beef as I stood in the bedroom with tears in my eyes contemplating the enormous shift in my life that we are on the cusp of. True, if he was unable to leave home or had no intention of moving on I’d be equally upset. But for now, allow me this moment to look back on what feels like a lifetime of parenting, give thanks for where I’ve got it right, apologize for when I’ve got it wrong, not take all the credit, and not take all the blame.
Happy Birthday Tech Support and thank you for 18 wonderful years being the parent of a little boy, who suddenly became a man.
It’s been a different My Week In Pictures this week, I’m sure you understand why. Anyone who’s survived the emptying nest, please feel free to message me and give me your tips.
Have a great week.