Every family builds their own traditions around Christmas, and ours is no exception. The kids stockings with their names on, are hung on the mantle and their sacks are filled with presents. This year two have left the nest, leaving only our daughter. As our kids have grown and have partners of their own, we have to share them. So many people I know with adult children are having to adapt to change and empty nest syndrome, which leaves a huge void in their lives. I totally feel it too. The loneliness and silence is overwhelming at times.
This year, our daughter will spend Christmas lunch with her boyfriend’s family and our younger son will be with his partner and her family. So for the first time in 29 years, I won’t be cooking Christmas dinner, which feels very strange. The turkey, chipolatas, and brussels are like magnets pulling me over to them in the supermarket, but I have to remind myself that I don’t need to buy them!
So, I am embracing the invitation to be with my elder son and his fiancée. And it will be my first Christmas in 34 years without my man, as he is possibly escaping abroad, but I will raise my champagne glass to absent friends and hope he finds the happiness he seeks.
I don’t want people to feel sorry for me. I don’t want to feel sorry for me. I feel privileged to have married the love of my life and we have 3 amazing children and a gorgeous granddaughter. They’re my inspiration. I am also so grateful to have both my parents too. Mum will be 85 years old, four days before Christmas and Dad was 89 in August. Mum loves buying toys and is in her element this year with our new baby in the family. So I’ll be saying thank you for another Christmas to share with them and will delight in their faces when our baby granddaughter spends Boxing Day with us all.
And next year I will face my divorce and home move and hope that life becomes easier for me and everyone else who is in a similar situation.