Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Home Is Where Your Heart Is . . .

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. . . And my daughter’s heart is in Georgia.  So is her home, her new apartment to be exact.

We spent the weekend moving her to the Atlanta area.  Moving, unpacking, buying inexpensive furniture and assembling it, picking up groceries and household supplies.  She is still working on decorating but she is well on her way to taking it from a standard one bedroom apartment to a cozy little home.

It seems funny for me to say “let’s head to YOUR house”.  It’s weird for her too.  She scolded me for leaving out the coffee creamer.  She scolded her boyfriend for leaving a bowl in the sink.  That made me laugh after all the times I had to throw away things she left out of the fridge or recover crusty dishes from her bedroom.  This is going to be interesting.

I am excited for her and this new adventure.  I am excited to see how this will go.  I am excited to see the things she will do to make this work the way she wants it to work.  I am excited to see the person she will become and how she will make it through the struggles.  I’m proud of her.

But I do miss her.

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Chased By The Wiener Mobile

wienermobile As I drove down the interstate today, I was followed  by a giant red and yellow wiener mobile.  How weird is that?  After the last two weeks I’ve had, the wiener mobile is the least weird thing that has happened to me.


The weirdness started with the full moon and has not gone away.  Over the last two weeks, I have:
  • helped my daughter lease an apartment
  • wiped out my savings account to help both my kids
  • learned way too much about the legal system to help someone out
  • backed up in my driveway, into my son’s car
  • watched my dad kiss his old high school girlfriend in a play
  • rehearsed to dance in a public performance
  • looked for a lost dog
  • found out I will be serving on jury duty
  • had a gold crown fall off my tooth
  • and several more things that I have already moved on from.

I’m tired and I’m hoping things will return to normal soon.  Whatever normal is . . .

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Nest

emptynest2 It’s not empty yet.  It won’t be any time soon.  But it has a lot of empty space right now.
 

Daughter is in Atlanta for three and a half days each week and in Knoxville for three and a half days.  She already has a job in Atlanta and has been working in both cities for over a month now and has an apartment  she will move into at the end of this month.    Son is still here but due to his schedule, we usually pass each other in the neighborhood streets as I arrive home and he leaves.


I am not sad.  Okay, I am a little.  But it’s kind of exciting too.  This is an opportunity for me to find out who I am.  I have been a wife and a mom for so long that I’m not really sure who Tere is anymore.  I have loved being all those things but they consumed me for the last 25 years and became how I defined myself.  I liked it that way.  I loved being married and I loved being a mom.  But who am I now?


I have not been a wife for nine years.  I will always be a mom.  This transition time of gradually emptying the nest has given me time to think.  I am getting out more and trying to get out of my “mom box”.  And I kind of like it.


I am meeting new people through my dance classes, people who are fun and smart and enjoy the things I enjoy.  I am going out with long-time loyal friends without our kids.   I am participating in girl’s night out – margaritas and Mexican food, a burlesque show, what’s next?  As I arrived home at 12:30am last weekend, Son was calling me to ask if I was okay.  He asked, “When is the last time I was home before you, Mom?”  Hmmmmmm, not sure, not sure.

I guess we will find out.
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