
When I was a waitress in our small town diner back home (a huge step down for me), some of the retired men came there to drink coffee and they would always ask how I was doing. I'd answer sarcastically," Well, I'm above ground and sucking air so that's pretty good, I think." Then I'd smile hugely, pour them a refill on their strong black coffee whether they wanted it right then or not and saunter away.
Now that I'm 39 and starting my life over again, I don't have time to be sucked into my past. I'm too busy trying to do what it takes to get stronger so I can fly again. I want to have my own home with a garden and somehow a field with a stream and a horse. That's all I need. A nest of my own, I guess. My children see that I am strong and fighting my way back up again. In fact, one of them told me that they were so proud of me for that. They've seen me get knocked down a few times in life, that is true. But they have always seen me, by the grace of God, get back up again and fight. I have realized this as well; that my heart and my love is their sanctuary even when I cannot be where they are. They know that I love them because I remind them daily. When they want someone to talk to, I am there. We share a bond of closeness that I know I am blessed to have and I enjoy the time I spend with them. My physical home may not contain them but they are always with me. So really, my nest is not empty after all. I have the love of my children and my immediate family. Add to that the support of my friends and I am very fortunate lady. I'm dusting that mud off from my time in the ditch and I'm going to see what this new season will bring.
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Two Empty Nesters Out For a Walk |
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