You may recall reading my posts expressing mixed emotions of lonliness and pride as I waved two of my four children off to college. You’ve kindly continued to read my blog as I’ve waaahed about my family being halved, and the fact I can’t seem to adjust my cooking to allow for the reduction.
The college year is over. Can we just think on that one for a moment. They left in September, it is now the end of May… those of us who do not go to college would call that nine months. Seemingly we are wrong, for they burst in the door between Friday and Sunday two weeks ago, laden with black bags and cases filled with clothes, duvets, lamps, shoes, photos and other bits. The only bag I have yet to fall over is a bag filled with college books. I’m assuming it’s all on their laptops, but I dare not ask.
The washing machine is exhausted, the clothes horse broken and the dryer costing us a fortune, yet there is no sign of the laundry baskets coming close to empty. Music is blaring and the ‘weekly’ shopping consumed by day four. Every room in the house has a body in it, and sometimes other bodies too, as friends call by to catch up.
As the days have passed I can feel the new, old norm returning. From the moment they breezed in they have breathed life back into the house. That first evening I watched as they ditched bags in their bedrooms before emerging to resume the life they left. I smiled from a distance as sisters sat on the couch, legs intertwined, filling the house for hours with the hum of their gossip, surprising me with their familiarity with each other, despite the time they had spent apart. Since their return the dinner table is once again a place of gathering, where laughter and rows continue long after the meal has ended, and various perfumes and aftershaves fill the air.
Indeed my brood are back under one roof. At days end I can sit and relax as one by one they come to say goodnight. Later as I turn off my bedside light I put away my phone; no good night texts to write, no phone calls to fear.
They are home, and all is good in my world.