Empty Nest: Not!
One Mother’s Holiday Answer to Managing Grown Children
by Alicia Wright
Constance stops in after work to pick up her two Chihuahuas. “Are you serious about job sharing with me at the bike shop, Mom?” she asks. “If so, you should have been there with me today.” I pretend to ignore her and stab the last few apples onto the plaque. Connie sits down, watching me.
Four’s a Crowd
I select the perfectly sized screw for JT, to facilitate the hanging of the plaque. (I’d like to hang the darned thing myself, actually.) The four Chihuahuas (two are mine, and two belong to Constance) leap and chorus a greeting for Stas, who wanders in doing his latest Elvis impression, accompanied by “hot chicks” Sherry and Krista.
Life’s a Party
The Williamsburg plaque leans against the ladder. The ladder sits in front of the door. The screws and screw gun lie next to the ladder. Well, now, this is no longer “a quick pick up and haul away the dogs” situation. Laughing and talking fill the kitchen. The coffee mugs are out, and the Tupperware surfaces again for snacks. This plaque will never get hung.
Another car pulls in the driveway. Jill and the kids are here. “Watch the ladder—duck under!” I yell as they come through the door. There’s cooking and eating and drinking and two more Chihuahuas. Who has time to work part-time at the bike shop or even hang a Christmas plaque? This is my group, my gathering, my work, my party, my family. In short, this home is no empty nest. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Alicia Wright lives with her husband, John, and her two Chihuahuas in Perkiomenville, Pennsylvania. Miko lives there, too, for the moment. Stas resides elsewhere, but he’s there a lot. Connie and David live around the corner, but you wouldn’t know it. Jill, Ben, and their children have their own place, but Alicia’s house is their second home. Alicia thought about an empty nest once. It was a fleeting thought.
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