Empty nested. I am not a fan. Not yet. Maybe in due time.
It crosses my mind around 6:15 a.m. that I ought to go upstairs to make sure she's up for the day. And then I remember. A school bus goes by. I remember. Evening rolls around and time for all to return to the roost. Again, I remember.
She's getting settled. Finding her way. Figuring it out. Fumbling. It's going around. Individually within and collectively as a family. Navigating these changes is awkward. Surprisingly messy. Not at all like I thought it would be.
I welcome this new chapter with open arms. I shamelessly confess that I've no idea what to do with it from there. Not yet. Maybe in due time.
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