Last Christmas I shared one of my Christmas memories with you. This
year I have another. This one
appears in A Cup of Comfort for Mothers.
Empty Nest Christmas
My youngest
daughter moved out of the house just a few weeks before Christmas – the last
one of the three to leave the nest.
But
it was okay. It was time to move on, for both of us.
She was ready to assert her independence, and
I was ready to make a few changes to the house – a new guest bedroom, for instance.
She also took her dogs – all three of them –
and the house was, indeed, quiet.
Ahh,
sweet bliss!
Visions of long,
uninterrupted bubble baths began to emerge.
“Oh Mom, are you
going to be okay?” lamented daughter number two as she helped me unpack my
Christmas decorations. “You’re going to
be all alone when you wake up on Christmas morning.”
Pop! There went
that bubble of idyllic solitude. I
hadn’t thought of waking to an empty house on Christmas morning.
“Are you going to
hang your stocking?” she asked.
