I have a date with a mattress. Last night about 7pm I thought I’d move the furniture out of Annette’s old room to prep for painting. (I figured there weren’t too many potential buyers who could picture themselves in this Pottery Barn Teen-style room!)
When I finished that before 8, I decided, Why not just go ahead and paint? So that’s what I did. I finished around midnight. There’s a bit of touch-up to do tomorrow, but then the job is done.
More than staging a house for sale, the redecorating signifies to me that I’m now officially an empty-nester. All trace of the kids’ decorating is gone. Lyanne’s cardinal-red room—officially called Bougainvillea— is now the color of dried grass—my living room/parlor/hallway color. And Annette’s lime green and turquoise stripes are now the color of tawny sand.
I feel more sad than I thought I would. My babies are now out on their own paths. My mother’s dreams for them are relegated to the corners of my mind. I’m no longer the central figure in their lives. And I miss their laughs and their smiles. I even miss their hormones. Heaven knows, between five daughters and myself, there were plenty of those. 😉
But life moves on. I’ve been blessed to see all of my girls and their families in the past month, and will spend Christmas in Portland with Melanie and Annette. I’ve graduated to my mother’s role: I’m now known not as Mom, but as Grandma. Guess I’ll put on my night-cap, take out my teeth and go meet my date—the mattress.