On Saturday, we took our younger child to college. On Sunday, we helped our older child move into an apartment.
In one weekend, we went from a houseful to a house empty. An empty nest, I think they call it.
I suppose that is true, technically. The baby birds have flown. But I’m not sure I like the image.
There is a nest on the ladder hanging by our back door. It was used twice this summer by robins. Eggs were laid, babies were fed, and then birds fell out. One got lost in our garage. Another sat on the garbage can. And then everyone was gone, parents and children alike.
We aren’t going anywhere, Nancy and I. And Andrew and Hope are not left alone to fend for themselves. The closest we will come to being like robins is continuing to use the free birthday burgers at Red Robin, a family tradition.
Instead, I think, we are (mostly) feeling grateful. Grateful for two great children. Grateful for positive memories that have not ceased being produced. Grateful for technologies that have us looking at facebook and flickr and text messages and (you knew it was coming) tweets. Grateful that we can talk with God about our kids.
Yep, the kids are alright.
And so are Andrew and Hope.
(And this blog will now return to less personal stories. Thank you for your support.)