Empty Nest
Way back when I was a kid, my dad taught me how to ride a two-wheeler by holding on to the back of my bike, holding me steady as I pedaled down Farmington Drive. After just a few falls and scrapes, I was on my own. Dad let go, and I sailed away. What if Dad kept holding on and didn't let go? Would I have ever learned to ride a bike by myself? It's inevitable, when you have kids. Eventually, they grow up and move out and you and your better half are left there...with an empty nest . When you're there, in the trenches, diapering and carpooling and washing mountains of laundry, you imagine what it will be like. Mothers dream of sleeping late, bubble baths and endless date nights. Unlimited access to the family car, bathroom and TV are on dads' wish lists. The reality is a little different. An empty nest is an adjustment. Initially, there is a bit of grief, or loss of purpose. I spent a month deep-cleaning the house to busy myself. The Hubster finally admitte...