Moving Forward

Strange as it may seem to our children, but being a mother and saying goodbye as your children one by one leave the nest, is a very disquietening thing to deal with. I now have a dauhter living in Indonesia, one lives in St.Kilda in Melbourne and a son in Cessnock. So I find myself thinking, when or where is my next big adventure. Indeed will there be one and if not is anyone interested in a boring housewife, apart from my dear husband Trev, blimey we aren't yet retired, and that leads me to the next thought, how will we survive retirement, will we get on each others nerves. Probably, but we'll cross that bridge later. For now I simply feel deserted and possibly a little disillusioned, well we put so much effort into raising our children, along with oooodlles of emotional attachments, once the job of raising the little darlings is complete, they pack up their gear and it's kiss my butt mum I'm off. Well, there you go, now its time to establish my own emotional needs. A slight pat on the back for a job well done, now where was I, ah yes, my life, what will I do next. I believe the letters LOL came into being upon reflection of the dilemas of parents as seen by our children, well go on laugh out loud you little bugg---, but what goes around comes around, at least thats what age has taught me, lol, lol, lol.