Good morning. This is a bit of a random post.
I was having a little think to myself about what life would be like after the kids have flown the nest.
I was a teenage mom—not ideal, I know. Our son is 12 this year, and my daughter will be 8. They're still young, but it's going by so quickly.
It's got me thinking. I'm turning 30 this year. Would I like to have one more baby or not? I feel like I'm not ready for this chapter to end, but at the same time, it's a massive age gap; it would be like starting all over again. If I did start again, I will be 50 when they are adults. Yet my son will be 22 when I'm 40, and my daughter 18. I will still be young—not 20 years young, but you know.
I've raised children all my younger years. I never got to have that freedom like most people did at 18 and onward. I never got to travel and do things. Mind you, we lived in Spain for a year, but that's not really the same.
Clubbing was never my cup of tea, so that didn't matter to me. But I can't help but have a little panic about what I'm going to do once they are grown. Is life going to be boring or is it going to be amazing? I know this sounds silly. I could have worded it a bit better, but I'm not the one with the words.
I feel like being a mum is all that I know. I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
I would love to know what it's like afterward. Do you feel lost or free in a way?