Reflections on the Beach

Yesterday was Father’s Day.  As we lay on a picnic blanket on Limantour Beach, celebrating the fathers of our friend group, my younger daughter turned to me and said, “Happy Father’s Day!  You have been both our mother and our father throughout these years.  Thank you for filling in for our father, who was absent from our lives most of the the time.”

That really got me thinking.  As Single Parents, or Lone Parents, we attempt, and many times succeed in filling the shoes of both parents.  We really try hard to be both the Mother and the Father to our child(ren). Is it possible to do both roles perfectly? No.  But we try.

I remember, when my husband left us, I vowed that I will give my children the same life as they would’ve had if they had both of their parents in the home.  Was I successful? It wasn’t perfect, and I couldn’t always substitute the role of their father, but I did manage to raise two wonderful girls who wish me Happy Father’s Day!

Today, let’s acknowledge the parents, mothers, fathers, caregivers, who have raised or are raising their child(ren) alone. So many of them in the world are loving and caring for their offspring without another parent – whether because they’re widowed, divorced, or for other reasons. They work relentlessly to pave the way for a better future for their children, and today is a great day to think of them. We all have someone in our lives or our past who deserves our loving thoughts today!

Building my Community

I’ve come to the realization that I’ve been living in the Bay Area for more then 11 years. Two of these years I’ve been living as an empty nester. During this time I have not built a community around me. I’ve made friends- have friends in the area- but I’m not part of a community.

For a single parent empty nester having a strong social community is vital. I know this.

Somehow, over the years, I’ve been fighting “to belong” somewhere.

What do I mean exactly? I’ve swooped in and swooped out but haven’t had the chance to really establish myself anywhere. Most of it is because of my work (and before 2015 I was very focused on my daughters). I’ve traveled frequently and never had the chance to “be present”. My calendar has always been crazy- never really here, never really around.

Other then work I think there’s a psychological reason also. Even though I yearn for connection and community, I embrace not being “tied down” and avoid deeper connections and commitment. I like the “jet-setter” image of myself.

What am I afraid of? Rejection? Exposing myself? Becoming vulnerable?

Being embraced? Having more friends?

This all doesn’t make sense because “belonging” is what I what ultimately strive for. To have deeper connections, belong to a community, play a role in a community, have support from a community, and give back to a community.

So, clearly, I’m living a life that is counterproductive to what I actually want in life. What can I do? Change.

First, change my attitude- my perception of my life. Assess what I value most, and strive to reach the goals that feed my values.

I value personal relationships the most. Therefore I must direct my energies towards them.

Participate. Be consistent. Focus locally.

I need to be present.

I have a lot of work to do with myself.

And eventually I’ll belong to a community.

Embrace it and enjoy!

Labor Day weekend I went up to the mountains with some friends. We’ve spent most Labor Days together in the past ten years. They are all married couples with kids still at home. I’ve been the only one single and bringing her kids to these vacations. And now I joined them alone, without my girls (remember, I’m officially a single empty nester).

At first I didn’t know whether this situation would be awkward or not. Being single with kids is one thing. Joining a family outing alone without the kids is another.

AND…I had fun. They didn’t make me feel “different”. I pitched my tent, shared my food, went hiking, swimming, and kayaking with them as a “full” member of the group.   It was an absolutely fantastic weekend.

It was a great learning. Feeling different as a single parent without having my kids around is all in my head. Sure, people don’t hang out with you like they would with couples (let’s be honest, couples like hanging out with couples). Embracing who you are- where you’re at in life- is much more important than wallowing (as my older one put it) in the situation of being single and an empty nester.

Note: I mistakenly wrote “nexter”; maybe that’s a terminology we should use. We’ve completed a chapter in our lives and now we can say “NEXT”  🙂

Embrace where you are currently in life and enjoy it! Have fun!

 

 

Ughhh…..

Ughhh…..

I hate it! I hate online dating!

This is not what I signed up for when I got married and had babies. I had a dream of getting old with someone and instead, here I am, alone, trying to find “Mr. Right”. Again.

Tinder, Bumble, Match, eHarmony, OK Cupid; I hate all of these sites. But then what else do I do, if not try to find “him” online? Go to a bar and sit around and wait? I don’t drink that much; I don’t want to drink that much!

I’ve signed up for Meetups….maybe “He” will be at one of the events.

It’s all frustrating…… and annoying,….. and embarrassing. It seems like everyone has a partner but me (I know this isn’t true but still).

So what should I do? Join Match again? Or eHarmony? Beef up my profile? Try to be more sexy?  Be less picky?

Then there are days when I’m like “I’m fine, I don’t need anyone”. Oh, yes I do! I would love to spend my time with a special person; go to the movies, a concert, go out to eat. Or just come home and slump on to the sofa, make-out, and tell “him” about my day……..

Man, it sucks to be a single parent+ empty nester….

I promise I’ll be more positive and constructive next time!

Ciao!

Growing pains

I felt really guilty this morning….. I wasn’t proud of my behavior last night.

To give some context….I haven’t been sleeping well…..so I’m tired. But I had a decent day at work, my mood was fine. I got home and my older daughter (who is now living at home again) was cooking dinner (salad and sweet potato fries!) and her boyfriend was sprawled on the couch, drinking a beer, and watching “Game of Thrones”; the TV was blaring loudly.

I went in to the kitchen/family room; kinda putzing around but couldn’t really find my space. The TV was too loud; I couldn’t sit down on the couch; I couldn’t start the washing machine (which had my wet muddy clothes in it for more than 24 hours and I really wanted to get that thing going); ..…. and I just tensed up.

I went up to my daughter and told her that we have to discuss and create a plan on how we live together. Boyfriend and all. I need my space, especially when I get home. They also need their space, obviously. The TV is in the middle of the house; it’s two of them; there’s one of me.  I don’t have a real reason that I can use for them to give me my space. It’s difficult to explain all what I feel to her and leaves me angry, confused, and in emotional chaos.

Because I really want them to feel at home…… but I also want to feel comfortable and relaxed at home.

And of course my daughter and I got into an argument that ruined the whole evening. Which none of us needed.

So this got me thinking about the different topics that are swirling around in this one small incident. Communication. Boundaries. Personalities. Adult daughter in a relationship. Lone parent. Habit. Space. I won’t address all of them today….. I promise.

Lone Parent. Empty Nest. Habit. Space. All four of these concepts have a mutual thread. You’re a single parent, living alone once the kids are out of the house. You don’t have to conform to anyone anymore (except when the kids are home; and let’s be honest, you are really DYING to have them home because you love them and miss them…… but you’ve also gotten into your own ways by now). When you put something somewhere, it stays there, until you move it. When you get home from work, you can sit in the quiet, go for a run, or really do whatever you wish to do. Eat alone while reading a magazine. And when you’re kids are home this all changes, stuff gets used and left in another place, the TV is blaring when you get home from work, and you are more than likely going to eat something you weren’t planning to at a time that may not be the most convenient for you. But here’s the learning from this. Keeping your flexibility and tolerance. Enjoy the time when there’s quiet and order but also thrive when you have no control over the moving objects and how you’re evening is being spent. Stay nimble.

First of all, you want your kids to want to be home with you, and second, this is great practice for the time when you meet someone special and share a life with them practicing love, flexibility, and tolerance.

And just to mention something else…. Learn to communicate.  It’s okay to set some boundaries. You don’t have to be flexible and tolerant to the point that they trample all over you. You have the right to your place and space. Your needs and habits. And you can share your life with your loved ones with mutual respect, understanding and love……

A year has gone by…

A year has gone by and I’ve left my page empty. I have no real reason. Maybe because I was “too busy” or trying to “put myself out there”. Definitely not because I didn’t have anything to say. And really, the first two reasons aren’t true. I’ve been busy but not “too” busy and I have tried to put myself out there but my attempts have been pretty weak.

This blog is for those single parent empty nesters who are dealing with this life stage, when their kid or kids leave the house, and they’re on their own- by themselves.

To be honest I’m not an empty nester right now. My older one graduated from college and is living at home while she’s looking for a job but the day will come when my nest will be empty again.

It’s definitely time to assess whether I have made any progress in the past two years in embracing my life in my empty nest.  I guess, it depends on what you believe progress to be .  Let’s take a look at some areas of my life that I wanted to expand as a single empty nester.

>Take on a hobby. I’m still trying to find “the hobby” with which I can passionately spend my time with and not think of how “alone” I am. Writing, I must say, is one hobby. From January to the end of May I was working on a book chapter about the health of single parents (I can expand on what I wrote at another time). So, I’ve made some progress in the hobby arena, but still need to be more focused on finding other hobbies, be more dedicated to them, and be less pre-occupied with experiencing the deep and painful loneliness that sometimes prevails.

> Figure out what I’m passionate about. I have a lot of things I’m passionate about but I’ve not found the right cause or organization that I would get very excited about, would really dive deep into, and spend many hours helping others. Progress? Minimal.

>Go out and meet new people. Another passion or hobby of mine, is hiking. So I’ve been to a few Meetups where I will go hiking with random unknown people. I’ve met at least one lady who I like a lot and would be a great hiking partner. It’s just that we never have a chance to hike together (there’s always one of us who is busy). I have to go to other groups with other interests because I do have to meet people. Which I won’t do, if I just sit at home. So I’ve been minimally successful in this arena.

>Tried to go on a few dates. Wow! Not an easy task. I’ll spend a lot of time on dating as a 40 something in this blog but to set the stage. I was not successful. But I also have not been dedicated enough to this project. I gave up. I know I have to get that started again. So, some progress, but clearly no results.

>Don’t work in the evenings. There were a few months where I found myself working in the evenings and quickly realized that this is not going to be a good strategy for my life. It’s not what I want. I’ve never been the type of person who lives to work. I work to live. So I’ve stopped working in the evenings (of course things have gotten less intense at the office so that also helps) and try to do other things (like pay medical bills, etc. which is also not fun). I have to go out more and do fun things.

I think right now this is a comprehensive enough list to show you how one can get off track, due to work, life circumstances (e.g. my brother got sick and that took up a lot of mental and emotional energy), emotional resilience, etc. The important thing is to catch yourself when you’re not making progress, revisit your plan, change course if you need to, and make sure that you’re doing everything in your power to enrich your life (and others’).

And give yourself a pat on the back for what you’ve achieved!  Life change takes a long time and you can only do it in small steps anyways!

That’s how being a single empty nester will be fulfilling and your life will become more whole. You, and only you, can shape it that way. I’ll share with you the journey that I’m going on and hopefully that will help you with your journey. Even though I don’t know you, we can work on this together and support each other!

Cheers!

Live my Life

I’ve come to a realization that when you’re a single parent you are constantly walking on a tight rope. You juggle between your kids and yourself. And, at least in my case, your kids win the tug-of-war.

That’s exactly how I wanted it to be and have no regrets, but I also lost something that is hard to get back right now. My life.

When I became pregnant with my first daughter (and I was still married then) I made a very strong decision that my child (then children) will be my number one priority. (This evolved from my turbulent first 27 years of my life- but I’m not going to get into that story because it would be a total side-bar) When my husband left me, this resolution became even stronger- I felt I had to fill the void their father left and be double strong, a double-parent. And I think I succeeded pretty well- not perfectly- but that can never be the goal of parenthood.

I’ve had several boyfriends in the past 16 years (since I’ve been a single parent) so it’s not like I’ve sacrificed everything for my girls. But once my last relationship ended more than five years ago I resolved to stop the rollercoaster and not expose my girls to my obviously unsuccessful and turbulent private life and just concentrate on chaperoning them into adulthood.

I didn’t go on dates, didn’t try to make new friends, or build a social circle- I just focused on my girls. And of course I loved it- they loved it too (I hope). I was happy and content.

I always waited to see what they decide to do and be ready to fit into their life when they needed me. I was always on call- ready to be available if they wanted to talk or do something. I also did not try to figure out what to do when they had their own things to do. I just “sat and waited” and was “always there when needed”.

I have to emphasize, over and over again, that I don’t regret this. This is how I wanted it.

One of my daughters was in a difficult place in her late teen-age years. She has an eating disorder (fairly well in control now) that required a lot of focus and energy. My other daughter was the kind who would stay in her room and watch Netflix a lot but if she wanted to communicate or hang- I had to be there. I think that this flexibility on my part really created a very strong mother-daughter relationship in nurturing and safe environment- and allowed them to blossom.

BUT now they’re gone. Living their own life, which I’m extremely happy about.

It did leave me in a situation though where I’ve totally destroyed my “own life”. This destruction really started with having a boyfriend for the three years prior to these five years and building a life with him and juggling between him and the girls. So if I calculate this correctly then more than eight years passed…

So no wonder this is difficult……

I’m not overly anxious about it but the loneliness and lack of social network is very tangible and I feel it laying heavily on my skin…

I’m trying (still not energetically enough) to build my life, fill the void. Since I’m in a new environment (not where I lived and built my life for 20 years) it’s even more difficult….but I’m hoping to make progress soon.

Start dating…

Go to “meetups”….

Join interest groups……

(One thing I swear I’ll never do is join one of those Pokemon GO groups I see congregating on the fields near my house..)

Put myself out there…..

Do what I would do if I’ve moved to a new place all by myself….

 

I’ll be patient…

It will take time…..

Time to be “Selfish”

A year has passed.

The house is empty again; my older one went back to college; the younger is studying abroad.

Quiet moves in. Counters stay clean; stuff gets put away and stays there.

And the silence stays.

I’ve made some changes, which are good and pointing in the right direction.

Until now I’ve been living a life for my daughters. I am still committed to them 100% (and more) but I have also found the strong desire to live for myself. Start living my own life.

Which sounds a bit selfish. But I’ve never been selfish. And if I think about it more, being a tad bit selfish after 22 years is OKAY!

As a first step, I’ve moved back to the master bedroom.

One day I was lying on my bed (in the small dinky room) thinking; and realized that it’s time to become an adult again; have the large spacious room with the connected bathroom. There’s no reason for me to be in the small dark room that was my older daughter’s during high school and which I traded out with her to make her feel better when she stayed home and didn’t move away from college as a Freshman. But now she has her own apartment in LA, has a boyfriend, is doing extremely well…. So there’s no reason for me to stay in that room.

So we’ve made the move and it feels GREAT! I actually didn’t think how great it would feel. I feel liberated, grown up, ready for any adventure that comes my way! YAY!

(If you think about it, I may, just may one day, bring someone home and it would be weird to go into a small cramped bedroom, instead of the “adult” room”)

My second step, and this is kind of embarrassing, I put together a “weekly plan” for myself. Otherwise, I will always procrastinate and not start doing the things I plan and would love to do as a single empty nester parent.

So I’ve created a table and started plugging in what I will be doing….Things will change of course and there’s great flexibility in the table (you can always delete, copy, paste, etc.)

Example (just a start; still under construction):

  M T W T F S S
Early

AM

Run Run OR Run Run OR Run
AM Write in coffee shop OR Write in coffee shop
All-Day Hiking OR Cycling OR Hiking OR

Cycling OR

Volunteer (min. 1x/ month)

Early PM
PM Yoga (6:15-7:30) Dance Friends/

Date?

Friends/

Date?

Before Bed Stretch & Meditate (10’)

And there will be other steps.

Like, continuing to figure out what things I want to do outside of work. I really would like to create a life that enables me to meet new people and experience new things.

To be continued……soon.

Watch the Sun Set and Breathe

My second week as an empty nester.

I do get sad sometimes. It really comes in waves. For example, when I was flying home from a business trip it really hit me hard that once I get home the house will be empty. No hugs and kisses waiting for me at the door.

But I’m also trying to look at the bright side of things.

One; now there is no real reason for me to hurry home.

And I’m not only talking about getting home from work (I do try to hurry home just to get out of the office).

I don’t even have to hurry home from my walk on the beach. I can take a nice, relaxing walk, enjoy the murmur of the waves, feel the breeze on my face, sit and watch the sun set….

I smile. I feel good. And it’s OK. I have every right to.

Just because I’m an empty nester doesn’t mean that I have to be sad and suffer constantly from being alone. I can actually enjoy this.

I was reading one empty nester newby’s Facebook posts. She seems to fly down to LA to see her son almost every two weeks.

Aren’t we supposed to get a life? A life of our own? Haven’t we spent the last 18-20 years hurrying home just to be with them and care for them? I swear, that was the best chapter of my life so far. I love(d) being with them and spending time with them….

But it’s also nice to finally start living for myself.

And believe me, it doesn’t minimize my love and devotion to my kids if I finally start enjoying my life.

Tip of the Day (or week or month; depending how often I come up with a tip): Watch the Sun Set and Breathe……

Sounds of Silence

The house is empty. I guess I’m officially an “empty-nester”. A single-parent empty-nester (or as my typo would say: empty-nexter)

Both my girls are in college now. A chapter of my life has concluded- with a new one beginning.

The house is silent. I’m surrounded by silence. The chatter, the occasional screaming and yelling filling the four walls, will be missing. This is the moment that I’ve been dreading.

But at the same time I’m also relieved and proud. I’ve worked very hard as a single parent to get to this point in our lives. I’m extremely lucky to see my daughters become successful independent women, attend great colleges, start off on their own, and learn the ropes of life.

And I know that the phone will ring most days and my daughters and I will talk, see each other on Skype, or send a flurry of texts. But the intimacy that we’re used to, the hugs and kisses that we usually share, will only be left for the special occasions- when they come home for a break or I go visit them.

At my younger one’s parent orientation I felt like the oddball. When I looked around in the auditorium it seemed to me that the parents were there as a couple. Very similar to when you go to a party by yourself and everyone else is there with their partner. I guess the “normal” way of dropping of your kid is going there- both Mom and Dad- and then leaving; giving each other comfort as you drive (or fly) away from your child who you won’t see for a long time.

I must confess I was disturbed by being there alone- even though I’m used to it. I’m usually alone.

Dropping my daughters off at college is exactly the moment I didn’t want to experience by myself. I would’ve liked to experience it with their father. I know that this is not possible. I know this; and if I think about it long and hard I don’t really want to share the moment with him anymore; after all we’ve been through. Still; it would’ve been nice if that’s how life would have happened.

I feel numb now. I dropped my younger one off last week but my older one was still with me. I was sad; and of course I cried. But my older one was with me. Now I’ve dropped her off too; and there is no one with me. I’m alone.

I get home; get out of the cab; open my front door and my home is silent; as expected.

I put on some music on, pour a glass of wine, and light a candle.

And start the new chapter of my life.

Both scary and exciting at the same time!