I have struggled with empty nest. I miss making snacks, reading bedtime stories, sitting in a rocking chair with a babe on my lap, my chin resting on their soft hair. I miss all of it.
You could have never told me, I’d miss this, when the dishes were piled high, when little people wanted ‘just one more story’, when I felt glued to a rocking chair, or when one of my cubs would wipe their snot on my t-shirt. I always notice the overwhelmed mamas, and I want to tell them, “You’ll miss this.” But I know better.