I have decided that having an empty nest is not all it is cracked up to be. I remember the days when my nest was full. Six kids full. I remember waking up at night to feed a newborn baby. I remember the frantic days of searching for a missing shoe so the kids could get to school on time, or the constant chaos that seemed to rule supreme. I always knew I wanted six children before I was 35, and I did accomplish that.  I thought it would be so great to have all my kids close together so they would always have someone to play with. And sometimes maybe they were a little to close because their was never a dull moment. Not only did they always have someone to play with, but they always had someone to argue with. And when they all left the home together, I realized my original plan was not so smart. I should of spread them out more so they would be around longer.
  Life was always a journey. Always things to do and places to go and life to live.
I always wondered what it would be like to just have five minutes all to myself. I don't have to wonder anymore. Now I have all the time to myself and let me tell you, it is not all it is cracked up to be.
I miss the Holidays when the house was full of the laughter of children, the time of being together. I miss the wrestling, the football, the lacrosse games, the band concerts, the soccer games, the dance competitions, and the tennis tournaments. I miss the plain old everyday life that we had when the kids were younger.
But now, not only do I get to interact with my children, but I get to enjoy everyone of my fifteen grandchildren. In them there is so much joy and happiness and love. Having grandchildren is like the frosting on the cake. And I have decided that I can have my cake and the frosting as well.