Tuesday, June 25, 2019

A Decade Times Three

Thirty years is a significant chunk of time. For example:

In a typical music store in 1989, new-fangled Compact Discs (CDs) were still competing for shelf-space with cassette tapes and a nearly-extinct smattering of vinyl records.
Fast forward thirty years: cassettes have all but disappeared, people with extensive CD collections are mocked and/or pitied, and vinyl is back. Because trends.

Three decades can also go by with astounding speed. Jordan celebrated her thirtieth birthday this spring, Caleb is half-way to fifty, and Renee turned twenty-two and got married last month.

In other words, Wendy and I have just completed three decades of having children in our house. All of our kids are married—to wonderful people who we are thrilled to include in our family—leaving Wendy and I to explore this new reality called the “empty nest.”

A few early observations:
  1. It’s fun having just the two of us around. Meal prep and clean-up is shorter, the laundry burden is less, and you don’t have to worry about children showing up unannounced in your bedroom (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
  2. Everything you discover as you tackle the basement seems to hold nostalgic value. Except the cat litter, but that’s always been true.
  3. Spending time with your adult children—whether an impromptu coffee/beer, double-dates, or a family barbeque—is a treat, as their own adventures become the new stories told around the campfire.
  4. Speaking of campfire stories, this “empty-nest” thing opens up all sorts of possibilities for Wendy and I to consider new adventures of our own. And that level of dream-for-the-future freedom is exhilarating.
But first, I think I’ll cue up another vinyl record while I wrestle the basement into submission.

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