There were days when My home used to be filled with laughter, arguments, fights, jokes and loads of mischief.
Books used to be strewn all over the show. Pens and books all over, and clothes messing the rooms, thrown on the beds.
As father or mother we used to shout at them to tidy up their mess.
In the morning:
One will wake up and say:
Mama I can't find a certain book.
And the other will say: I can't find my perfume,
They will say: Mama where's my homework.
And they will say: Mama I forgot to complete my homework.
Everyone used to ask about their lost possessions.
And we will say, but take care of your stuff, be responsible, you have to grown up.
And today we stand at the doorway of each room.
The beds are empty.
All the cupboards have only a few pieces of clothes in them.
And what remains is the smell of perfume that lingers in the air.
Everyone had a special smell.
So we take in the smell of their perfume for maybe it will fill the empty ache in our heart.
All we have now is the memory of their laughs and their mischief and their warm hugs.
The most beautiful memories.
Parents, Don't deprive yourselves of your kids.
Today the house is clean and organized and everything is in its place, and it is calm and peaceful.
But it is like a desert with no life in it. Do not become angry with your kids about the mess.
One day they will leave you for a way of life.
Every time they come to visit and they spend time with us, when they are ready to leave. They pull their bags and it is as if they tug hearts along with it.
They close the door behind them and then we stand still and think of the many times we shouted at them to close the doors.
Here we are today, closing our own doors. Nobody opens it besides me. Each one gone to a different city or a different country.
All left to find their own path in life.
They have grown up and we wished that they could stay with us forever.
Missing and filled with the empty-ness... Empty nests...
Spend time with your children.
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