ANYONE HOME?

Nope. Just me and my old man here. The nest is empty. The chicks have flown the coup. What to do, what to do? Everything that's what! Have sex in the middle of the day anywhere in the house. Play *your* music loud and don't forget to dance!

I love my kids. We have a blast when they come around. I didn't push them out of the nest but when they left of their own accord to start their lives I got mine back! From the day they are born till the day they go off to college and parts unknown your identity is locked in as being someones mother. For 24/7 that is who you are. No its not all of who you are but it is the biggest part.

Yes I know you are still Mom even though they aren't physically there. You worry about them and think about them which is going to happen until we die. Who knows, maybe after that too! What you won't be doing is all the mundane stuff that sucks the life out of you! No more chauffeuring. No more sweating out the answer to 'What's for dinner?" No more cleaning up after and best of all no more nagging about cleaning or any other chore left undone. Woohoo! So what happens with all this extra energy?

Shortly after mine moved out I found myself blasting some Motown and dancing. Midway I realized something. No one was asking me "WHAT are you listening to and WHAT are you doing?" You know I hadn't really danced just for the fun of it in twenty something years! When I realized this I kept dancing and I felt joyous! What was happening here? What was happening was simply me rediscovering who I am. Lucky for me I like this person who has been somewhat dormant. Even writing this blog is about being who I am and who I want to be. I love to dance and I love to write.

There is an old joke about a priest, a minister and a rabbi who are discussing when life begins. The priest of course says it begins at the moment of conception. The minister says it begins when the child is born. The rabbi thinks for a moment and says "Life begins when the kids go to college and the dog dies!" I really did LOL when I heard that joke. I still have the dog whom I love but I understood what the rabbi meant.

With the kids gone its finally your turn. Go for it. Dance! Write! Go back to school! Play an instrument! There's a whole world out there waiting for you. Yes you, you remember that person don't you? Now go be her. Me? I have to go blast some Hendrix and play a little air guitar.
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