I found this in the garden the other day
It was upside down on the ground and at first glance it looked like a bundle of moss, until I turned it over and realised that it was a nest. An empty one at that. It had been woven from roots and twigs and lined with moss and feathers to make a toasty little space for baby occupants.
I couldn’t work out whether it had been abandoned having served its purpose or what, but there was no evidence of eggs, feathers or any other clues, just the upside down nest.
I was thinking about empty nests yesterday what with TG being away, The Child only popping in from time to time as his girlfriend and social life dictates and The Other Child being married and gone. I am becoming a statistic – an ’empty nester’ and I can’t quite decide if I like it or not. On one hand it will alleviate the endless laundry, meals and taxi service. I can go where and when I like (within reason) without having to think about leaving teenagers to trash the house and I can watch rubbish tv all night if I want to. On the flip side, I hate to rattle around in an empty house and because I am by nature a nurturer I quite enjoy having people to look after…
Of course all this has been brought to the fore because apart from there not being anyone around much at the moment, today is The Other Child’s 21st birthday. Now where did that two plus decades go? I remember her being born as though it was yesterday after a long labour, 2 tanks of gas and air and her father taking ages to get to the hospital because he was making tea and sandwiches in case he got hungry! She was a difficult child from the beginning – stubborn, tantrum throwing and awful to me, but a joy to anyone else – for which I suppose I should be thankful, and this carried on well into her teens when we constantly were at loggerheads with each other. She was one of the most exhausting teenagers to be around, argumentative and patronising and at times I could have cheerfully strangled her. But then, as though somebody had flicked a switch, she grew up. She is now a lovely young woman of whom I am immensely proud. She is a wonderful mother to her own beautiful daughter and seems to have finally grown into herself. They are coming over this evening for some dinner and the obligatory cake (God forbid there should be no cake and candles) which will be lovely and I feel quite honoured that she wants to spend a big birthday with her Mum. So happy birthday Scarlett. Love you lots. xxx
P.S this was her on the night (The SBG was too busy stuffing ice cream into her mouth to smile!)