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Empty Nest

My babies are all gone back to school.  I thought I would be rejoicng in my freedom for a few hours every day.    Am I?  The answer is no.  I miss them.

I miss Neil, my teenage son who is so affectionate and makes lovely tea for me.    I miss my lovely daughter Mel who is such a support to me.  I miss my litte girl Trish who always brings me little gifts of handmade cards and flowers and always makes me smile and I miss my youngest boy, Nitin who throws a stubborn fit every time I take him to the shops if I don't buy him a treat, much to the disgust of the other children who cry 'unfair' every time they see him walking in carrying a new toy.  They fight long and loudly and sometimes I really have to sort them out.  But I miss them.

We had a lovely 'staycation' summer.  We went to see some movies together and enjoyed home delivery pizza several times.  I had to buy them bats and balls to play in the park.  I also bought some games for them, as an alternative to television.

Now I'm waiting for their return.  I can't wait to hear about their day.


  1. Don't worry, the kids will soon be back with you....!

  2. The tragicomedy of parenting is precisely this. When they are on vacation, the parents can't wait for the schools to reopen so that they can have some peace of mind and time for themselves. When the schools reopen, the empty nest syndrome! We simply don't know what we want.

  3. You never stop missing them...particularly when they leave the nest!


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