In Praise of Not-Yet-Empty-Nesters, otherwise titled: How to Enjoy Having Adult Children at Home

     I have a full nest.  My children are all single adults and fairly – am trying to be humble here – doing well.  My 31 year old son, an Aspie (person with Asperger’s Syndrome, Google this please), takes short certificate courses, busies himself decorating and redecorating his room with corkboards filled with photos of anime characters he loved as a teen, and photos of him and Honey in radio stations around the country.  My eldest daughter, 27, a marine conservationist, (shh, don’t tell her I still don’t understand what she’s doing) and is a consultant for marine protected areas.  Youngest daughter is a 23 year old yoga instructor and recently got her training to get yet another certification, this time to teach yoga to children and families. She is also my writer, contributes to beauty blogs, etc.   Like some millennials they can and mostly work from home, join me and Honey for breakfast, sometimes still in their PJs. They know there is always ready hot lunch, mid-day snack (merienda) and dinner, if they still like having the evening meal. I get a chance to date them one-on-one so that I keep up, not only on their lives but on their generation. I like it – I know the latest hits of  Drake, Bruno Mars, etc. I just shout from my room, “Babe, how do I edit this picture?” or “Babe, how do I download this video?”  and “Babe,  I don’t know how to install the new ink cartridge in the printer!”  And surely, one Babe will show up, sighing, “Google it, mom” or “Ok, let me show you but try it out yourself next time, ok?”  Ha ha, but I love it!  I love the full nest.

     Of course, this is not for everyone. I have friends who can’t wait for their adult children to go out and “spread their wings,” they say.  I have friends who have children who don’t live with them anymore, maybe because they are married already, or their jobs take them to another country, or maybe within the country but still far from home.   And they love their empty nests too!  Whichever works, yes?  But this is for me, right now.  And so, to enjoy this time of my life, and maybe for you out there who have single, adult children who still live with you, I have done a bit of research, talked to people in a similar situation and have come up with my

                                  8 TIPS TO ENJOY A FULL NEST OF ADULTS

  1. ACCEPT.  Repeat after me, “My children are now adults.”  Accept the fact that they are now adults.  And they WANT to feel “adult.”  They struggle, experience the good and not-so-good, they have joys and hurts. Accept the fact that they have their own plans that do not include you. Accept, too, that they need their alone time and don’t have to talk to you all the time while they are at home. Accept the fact that they are making plans to move out and go on their own someday, but while this is not happening, accept and enjoy their company.
  2. HOUSE RULES.  Everyone needs rules and structure in their lives. This brings about considerable order and hopefully some peace in a set-up where there are more than 2 adults in the house. Sit down with your Adult/s and go for a win-win arrangement.  Sharing expenses?  Or not? Sit down and talk about it. Talk to them as you wish to be talked to.
  3. LET THEM EXPERIENCE. Let them make their own decisions and figure out what works for them. Once upon a time, I would have said, “let them make their own mistakes.” But that is so last generation and now we know that in life, THERE ARE NO MISTAKES, ONLY LESSONS.  The sooner you understand this as a parent, the less judgmental you will be and you will be able to communicate well with your adult children and have a good relationship.
  4. DO NOT STOP TELLING THEM STORIES OF YOUR LIVES, YOUR CHILDHOOD, YOUR PARENTS.  Believe it or not, your adult children will begin to understand YOUR fears, YOUR quirks, YOUR dreams. Ignore the eye rolling if someone mumbles, “I know this story already, mom.”  And please, never say “It was better during our time.”  What – are they doomed to live this one out?
  5. LISTEN. Listen to their fears, their worries and their dreams. You just might be able the share a bit of your experiences. But don’t make it all about you.  The word is LISTEN.  They need you to hear them.
  6. RESPECT. Respect your adult children’s beliefs and opinions. This includes their choice in friends, lifestyle, the type of religious service, if so inclined and their political views.   Yes, this can make everyone uncomfortable and defensive. But again, if you have established your HOUSE rules well and  firmed up your Communication skills, you can, and will learn to live with each other’s differences, at least for now.
  7. SELF-CARE. You spent many years taking care of your children, and while you really should have done  this for  yourself at the same time, if you haven’t, do it now.  Eat healthy and exercise (note to myself, ugh).  Have more Me-time. Me-Time with a loved one, Me-time with friends.  Travel, dine out more with your loved one who, hopefully, is also slowing down.  My adult children love it when my Honey and I go out for drinks (even we have our own beer or wine at home) or when we dress up for dinner.   When Mommy and Daddy are happy, the children, whatever age, are happy. Oh yes, you can choose to invite them when you have a night out, but they need to see that you are, indeed, separate from them now.  And that’s ok.  Also,  nothing, absolutely nothing lowers blood pressure like having a good laugh with friends who you grew up with, reminiscing about teachers, other friends and even ex-boyfriends or ex-husbands!    My daughters see the glow on my face whenever I come home from a get-together.  They are learning the importance of years-long friendships. And finally,
  8. LET GO.  One day soon, maybe later, it will be time for them to go off on their own in to the vast unknown.   Enjoy the letting-go. Trust. Pray for them.  Read on separation anxiety and make it easy on yourself.

 

 

And when that time comes, you know that you would have taught them, as best you could, how to be an adult among others.  Mission accomplished.

*original painting by Carlie Dario

 

 

Good Days and Bad Days

It’s funny now, but it wasn’t a few days, up to a few hours ago.  See, last month I read something that went like this — EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY.  So if something wonderful happens to you, enjoy and really savor the moment.  But do not forget that it’s temporary. And then.  Something not-so-nice will take place and you just might get upset, even depressed, but you must keep in mind that even that is temporary. And so the cycle.

I thought, oh wow, this is true.  I must remember to milk the happy moments. And  when the not-so-nice happens, must let the moment pass —   must not brood, must not stew, must not stress.  Besides, “Stress, mom,” my daughter Cathy, the yoga instructor reminded me, “will age you.”  That’s it!  I decided to be happy, and try to always look at the happy side of things.

It’s been good for me lately, actually. New home, new interests,  especially when I started to blog (uh, this is my third post, happy-happy feels) and my close friends all “rah rah-ed” and were so excited and happy for me!  Oh yes, I was happy to be happy!

But really and quietly, I have been worrying because I could not find my ATM card for 3 weeks now. I know it’s just somewhere at home. Checked my bags.  Still no ATM card. 3 weeks.   And then last week, while I was putting on my earrings, the earring lock, you know what I’m talking about – I call it chapita, slipped from my thumb and pointer finger, made a clink sound when it hit the wooden floor and DISAPPEARED from the face of the earth.  No kidding! Went down on my knees to look for it, asked the maid  to sweep the floor. That was last week and still no chapita.    I wore my other pair. The one Honey gave me one Valentine’s Day.  When I removed it that evening, I placed it on my dresser, I call it tocador.  The next morning one earring was missing. I was beginning to worry.  Bad days.  And then yesterday, I could not find Honey’s ATM card, which he let me use for the past 2 weeks because I couldn’t find mine, remember?

And then it was hot today when I took my son to his art class. And when I dropped him off, I went to the drugstore (that’s how we call it here in the Philippines. Not chemist, sometimes pharmacy.  But mostly, drugstore and /or botica), I had to turn around 3 times before I could get a space to park. When I finally entered the drugstore, there were so many people!  Ugh!! And while I was waiting for my turn, I remembered that I had nothing in the refrigerator for dinner!  So after I fetched my son, who was already hungry like me, we dropped by the deli to buy sausages.

I was tired, hungry and starting to get hangry — and angry at myself for losing an earring and a chapita and worried sick about the 2 missing ATM cards.  The Bad Days were here alright! Did I think of EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY?  NO!  By the time I got home, I felt so spent I wanted to cry. After leaving the bag of sausages in the kitchen ( and what was annoying was I found out that there was left over chicken from lunch, and so really, I did not have to make that side trip to the deli) I went straight to the bedroom, emptied my bag, again hoping to find my ATM card (yes, I was stewing still.)

And then Honey walked in and did the EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY thing for me. He said, “Let it go, Hon, you’ll find them.”  And then, “Go have a shower and prepare for bed,”  after I told him I did want to have dinner. Next he said, “Why don’t you apply your essential oils?” Oh, I love that he believes in my new obsession.  And finally, he changed the subject and talked about what his schedule was going to be like tomorrow. (I didn’t envy him.)

My yoga instructor daughter entered the room, listened patiently to me while I ranted  and told me that everything was going to be ok. And she bought me 3 face masks :-).  My son said Good night and he was going to turn in early, and my other daughter, who was not home, checked on me through Whatsapp and told me to rest, after sending me funny memes in my Instagram.

Good Days, Bad Days. And so tomorrow is another day. I’ll make it good, thank you for allowing me to vent.

By the way,  I found the earring partner and chapita. Honey found his ATM card and put it on my dresser where I could see it while I put on my PJs.  Will let you know when I find my ATM card.  Maybe tomorrow.  It will be a GOOD DAY.  I feel it already.

 

 

 

PURPOSE and Re-PURPOSE

We moved to a charming ‘80s house a few months ago and I can’t tell you how many friends I have asked, those who moved, and those who have moved again and again, how long it took them to unbox everything, discard from the old and finally settle. Change and movement, I understand, is a good part to achieve our purpose or intention to get into the next part of our lives as a family.  It takes time, I was told, like everything else, before one can put one’s feet up on an easy chair and say, “Ah, there!”

I must admit, though, that Honey and I do that almost every day, “Ah, there,” we say, and then we get up and move a chair here, add a plant there. Yesterday, I opened a box – one of 2 — that’s been blocking the cookbook shelf of my kitchen island.  When I removed the old newspapers, I found the set of china my mother in law gave me many years ago.  My in-laws moved homes when their children, one by one, moved out to start their own families.  So, MIL boxed her stuff and gave me a set of ironstone china she bought in Spain in the 70s. PONTESA dinner, bread and butter plates, soup bowls with matching soup tureen, tea cups and saucers – a whole set.  Pretty orange and green.  Nothing like ironstone china. And nothing like something that has a little history.

Unfortunately, and expectedly, there were cracks and chips on some of the pieces. Cracks and chips which are all part of my honey’s history before we were married. Can’t throw away, and won’t.  Instead, I had my gardener, who was here today, repot some baby plants, using some of the chipped and weathered looking ones.  Re-purpose, that’s what I did.  I think Honey will like it.