T’was the time of Christmas break when all through the house…
Nobody was sleeping…except for my spouse.
Finals are over…Fall semester complete.
College boy home, so he’ll want lots of non-dorm food to eat.
As I head for bed at 11 pm…that’s late according to me,
I look out the window and squint so my tired eyes can see…
His old high school friends walking up to the door,
All I can think is how I can hear my husband snore.
No matter the time, no matter if I’m not fully awake,
When kids come over, I can’t resist the urge to bake.
Teens don’t care if it’s 2 in the morning…
Could someone have please given me a little forewarning?
It’s like they are babies who are hungry in the middle of the night,
I am so done with that stage, can you please turn out the light?
As the days go by, clothes are flung on the floor with no care…
In hopes that their mother, the laundry fairy, soon will be there.
As they bicker with each other, it feels like old times,
“Be nice to each other!” I keep repeating the same line.
I love my house full…I love my house crammed…
I love when their friends come over, completely unplanned.
The dinner table holds the five of us again,
As I look at their faces, I can’t help but grin.
Family is family, no matter where you are,
But being under the same roof, is the best place by far.
It’s our first Christmas break to have a child home from college,
It was a long semester for me and his dad, that I readily acknowledge.
But seeing the peace that resides in our boy,
Reassures us college agrees with him, which brings us pure joy.
I didn’t think it would be so difficult to tell him goodbye,
Darn you, spring semester….I wish I could buy more time.
I look at my girls a little differently now,
Knowing their time under our roof is dwindling down.
I’m sure they catch me staring at them…it’s not something I planned.
I guess I’m looking for every opportunity to hold onto their hand.
But the Lord is so sweet, He always provides,
He knows what I need, and never leaves my side.
While I may never get used to telling my college child goodbye,
I remember this is his time, not mine, to spread his wings and fly.
This time I might leave more than one light on in his room,
When I get done in there, it might look like it’s high noon.
So goodbye Christmas break, next time stay for a while,
Maybe I’ll have the chance to appreciate the laundry stacked in a pile.
Julie Wiesen is a wife to a great guy who is her complete opposite. She is the mother to three teens, whom she not only loves, but likes a whole lot. She loves to nest, cook and write about real life. Adjusting to life with one less bird in the nest caused her to start a blog – www.leavingthelighton.com