Life After Mommy Blogs
I subscribe to several so-called “Mommy Blogs”. I can’t always relate to them, as the children in question are generally much younger than my own, but I certainly remember enough of that insanity to laugh right along with the rest of their loyal fan base.
But what happens when the kids, the very core of the subject matter that inspires those stories, incites such laughter, move on to their own lives?
What happens when you’re no longer “Mommy”?
My kids are on the cusp of moving out, moving on. They’re in college and graduate school. They’re starting that job hunt that causes such anxiety and excitement. They’re beginning to create their own lives.
So where does that leave me? For 20+ years, my world has centered around raising kids. Yes, I have a career outside the home. Yes, we held onto identities other than “Somebody’s Parent”. But at the end of the day, no matter what job signs your paycheck, your core foundation is that family you raise.
At this point, I look at The Bear and notice how little we have in common. What the hell are we going to talk about over dinner now that it’ll just be us? And speaking of dinner, can someone please tell me, for the love of Dog, how to make spaghetti for just two people? After decades of feeding the crew plus their friends, I am clueless. Is our marriage going to be able to find a niche of its own, without the ties that have held it together all these years?
People tell me that I’ll have more time for my own hobbies, more time to relax. If someone could point me in the direction of Relaxation Lessons, I’d appreciate it, as that is a concept with which I’m less than familiar.
As much as I’m watching the clock, pining and scraping for 5 o’clock, there is definitely a sliver of confusion that works its way in like a splinter.
“What the hell do I do next?”