Good morning lovelies.
Today is Friday, and I’ve woken up to the sounds of the countryside—sounds that reflect the newness of being an empty nester.
A space has opened up that was once filled with the bustle of children, their voices waking me from deep sleep, calling out, "Mom!" Now, there is a silence that has entered my space—one my ears, body, and soul aren’t accustomed to, yet somehow it feels familiar. It’s a quiet that’s been waiting for me to embrace it, inviting me to experience something new.
For a long time, I feared this silence. I resisted it because it was a space once filled with the dreams I helped shape for my children. Now, they’re off living their own dreams, and I am here, learning to be still and receive whatever wants to be revealed to me in this new season of empty nesting. I no longer see it as a void to fill, but as a welcome—a welcome home.
I will always be a mom, but now I sit in this new empty space with gratitude, awakening to different sounds and views.
The ocean is calm, the sky is clear, and the dogs are nudging me to get up—selfishly, because it’s feeding time. It feels familiar, like a memory from before… before all of this, this empty nesting. And yet, it feels just right. Love S.🌻
Sherry Taveras©️