I should probably start with a little disclaimer: what you’re about to read leads to a cliffhanger. Unfortunately, there won’t be any binge-reading to wrap this up: we’ll discover the outcome together, in due time.
This summer, my two eldest children have come back home after living independently for a couple of years. Additionally, my third child, who recently started college, will be back full-time as well. After experiencing a glimpse of what an empty nest might feel like, it’s refreshing to have a bustling household once again. Anyone else curious to see how long this (temporary) bliss lasts?
I say “temporary” because both of my adult children have plans to resume their independent journeys in the fall. This is merely a pit stop for them, a chance to recharge. I’m keenly aware that once this Summer of Togetherness wraps up, it could signal the end of our family of six living under one roof.
Admittedly, I’ve come to terms with this last family reunion, but the flood of “stuff” that comes with it has been a bit overwhelming. I mean, carloads of boxes arriving at the front door were enough to spike my anxiety. With every Rubbermaid tote that made its way into the house, I felt my once spacious rooms start to close in.
After a few deep breaths, I decided to embrace the chaos. My kids might be surprised to find that their mom is a lot more relaxed than she used to be.
In the past, I maintained a tight ship—rules, respect, and all that jazz. I was known to be strict about common courtesy because, let’s be honest, it’s not that hard to pick up after yourself! I kept my home relatively tidy (well, don’t look too closely at the corners).
But now, the sheer volume of items scattered throughout the second floor—equivalent to two apartments—has transformed my usual discipline into a carefree attitude. Seriously, some areas of my house might be in violation of cleanliness standards. But instead of worrying about what others might think (really, do we need two 55-inch TVs side by side?), I’m channeling my inner Disney princess and just letting it all go. All those cups, shoes, and snack wrappers? They’re rolling off my back for a few weeks.
It’s a complete free-for-all in the family room, and while I remind myself “I can handle this,” I sometimes can’t help but smile. Surprisingly, I’m finding joy in the temporary chaos. Maybe it’s age or perhaps I’m just a bit more worn out. Whatever the reason, I’ve decided to cherish these summer days with my big, chaotic family and overlook the mess.
It was pure serendipity that brought us all back under one roof—not some grand plan or desperate longing for mom. It just sort of happened with leases ending and new jobs beginning.
Now, my beds are full (which complicates my escape options when my husband is snoring next to me), and I often find myself stepping over sleeping bodies in the living room. In the past, that would have driven me crazy, but these days, I just tiptoe around, turning off lights and electronics as I go.
This shift in perspective has transformed how I approach daily life. Instead of focusing on frustrations, I’m choosing to marvel at the little things this summer brings.
I wonder if my kids even notice how much I’ve mellowed. I wonder if my older ones are thinking, “What the heck?” when I go to bed before they even come home. I wonder if my mom would be shocked to see me not charging rent or board for my adult children this summer. I’ve debated this for a long time because I’ve always held onto that rule. It’s not about the money (though the grocery bill is significant). I want my kids to see home as a place they can always return to without conditions. Since this could be our last summer together, I want to create happy memories for all of us. So, sorry, Mom—everyone gets a free pass this summer.
I wonder if my kids’ ambitious plans to move across the country with their partners will work out. I also wonder if my younger ones will eventually follow their siblings’ lead, leaving their parents alone in a big house. I ponder whether we’ll find ourselves celebrating their independence or packing up to chase after them.
As I grocery shop, cook, clean, and navigate the clutter, I’m choosing to revel in the late-night sibling banter and snippets of their lives filtering through bedroom doors. I’m thrilled whenever we manage to gather for dinner, even if it’s just a quick burger night.
Now, about that cliffhanger: we’ll just have to wait and see if I can maintain this tranquility through August while dealing with the mess. Who knows? It might only take a few weeks before I find myself declaring that no one gets their favorite snacks unless their rooms are clean.
For now, we’re taking it one day at a time. Because every parent knows that things can change in an instant.
Summary
This summer has brought my grown children back home, filling our house with joy and chaos. After experiencing a taste of an empty nest, I’m now embracing the temporary mess of family life. With a newfound perspective, I’m focusing on creating happy memories instead of getting bogged down by the clutter. Together, we’ll enjoy these fleeting moments before everyone embarks on their own adventures again.