Tuesday, March 3, 2026
You either have adult children or you will have adult children, no? I am inspired by mothers a bit ahead of me in this walk. I have parented harder in the last few years than I really thought I would if you want to know the truth. It’s a different sort of parenting. I remember my cousin who is ahead of me in the parenting game by a few years saying she longed for the days of physical rather than mental exhaustion. Have you ever felt that way?
Ok, this might be good! If I find out these movie ads I’m seeing are a hoax I will be upset!

I have 23-year-old twins. They were pretty neck and neck with things in life until senior year of college. Mason studied abroad in England for the first semester of senior year and Jack found himself in an uncomfortable dorm suite situation with three strangers and decided to move home for senior year and commute. I was disappointed but agreed that it made sense.
So, from beginning of senior year until this past September, Jack was at home with us. Mason lived on campus until the end of senior year and then lived at home with us until two weeks ago. Wahhhh! All in all, it was about the same amount of time. There isn’t the stigma with moving back home with your parents that there used to be. In Europe, kids live at home all through college and up until they get married.
Looking back now, we could not have had a puppy without them at home. I was out of the house from 8-4 and unable to come home to let the dog out (Who let the dogs out? The kids, the kids). Tom was out of the house from 7:30-almost 6 and could come home but it wasn’t that easy with about a 20-minute commute. They were able to help us between their two work schedules. I really enjoyed most of that time that they were at home, too. I felt like they had a time of re-connection in their relationship, too.
I feel like Tom and I dabbled in the empty nest world during each of those three years they were on campus. They chose the same liberal arts college in our city but lived on campus. They started at the height of Covid in August of 2020, and Tom and I felt really good about the college’s policies and the fact that they were near if they got sick. This was in the days of mandatory testing, vaccines, mask wearing, etc. Oh, and our kids went to college without driver’s licenses because their lessons got cancelled and the DMV shut down. They drug their feet a bit about starting the permit and license process and then poof their lessons got cancelled and we didn’t know when the DMV would open back up. They did get their licenses the summer after freshman year of college.
Having twins and no other children, we only got one shot and had to divide our attention between two young humans hitting all the milestones together – if that makes sense.
I try to respect my kids’ privacy and don’t share a whole lot here on the blog. Neither of them is active on social media much and I have always said they act more like kids of the 80s. They both love records (especially Mason), comic books, and board games.
They both live here in our city with a roommate each. I think both of them have a good first apartment/house in the “real world” situation. They aren’t great with phone calls, but they text quite a bit.
Jack’s text last week:

So sweet. Forgive the mistakes.
And, this cracked me up. Mason had just moved out:

He was looking for capers to whip up a casual chicken piccata dish in his new place! So Mason!
Tom never thought the college years should be defined as us being “empty nesters”. He said they were still coming home for the summers and breaks and such and that didn’t count. I guess he was right because this feels more permanent even though one or both could end up back here at some point.
I was ready for Jack to move out in September because we had started butting heads about household contributions and I didn’t love how late he would sleep on certain days. It also made me nervous knowing his commitments and what time he was leaving to get places on time. Both of my kids think it’s rude to be early. What the what? I was from a military family that said, “if you are on time, you are late”. It’s so part of my makeup to be early and to allow more time for any place I have to go. Honestly, it improved our relationship greatly for him to move out. He regularly asks about me now and it feels like he has so much more appreciation for us and what we provided.
Mason moving out a couple of weeks ago was harder. He was a big help to me and Eddie Otis and was pleasant and actually wanted to talk and spend time with Tom and I… until about a month ago. We started butting heads and I was doing more parenting than is healthy at this stage. I just couldn’t help myself. He was annoyed with things I was doing (like unloading the dishwasher too early and horrible things like that) and it was really getting old.
So, I am in an adjustment period right now and I have my moments. I feel like the making dinner pressure is off a bit because it’s easy to just cook for Tom and I and I feel like Tom and I can be on our schedule now – we both get up early and go to bed early and don’t have to worry about when anyone is coming home. We don’t have to be as quiet in the kitchen with someone else asleep.
I’m also sad that I don’t have a kid at home to give me that “mothering” purpose.
I miss the younger years with my sweet kids.

I am trying to say things like “let me know what you need help with” when I talk to my kids. I am trying not to use “you should” and “back in my day I did___”. I can still remember how opinionated my parents were with me and that sometimes it really made me feel bad. I would have thoughts that they weren’t proud of me when they said they didn’t agree with my adult decisions.
I will say that the world is not the same today as it was in 1994 when I graduated from college. It just isn’t. It is very, very expensive to have now what I was able to afford at 22. I was able to have an apartment (with a roommate), a car payment on a brand-new car, afford travel, and have a pretty good social life on my first salary of $21, 000. It’s a fine line between being understanding and letting the kids use today’s world as a crutch for why they can’t do something, though.
Since I have twins, when they are together it’s almost as if no one else exists. They have inside jokes and are just really in tune with each other. I try to get them one on one so I can chat with each one separately. I’m hoping to take them out one on one soon. I also like to nurture their bond and I try to give them some money to have fun together every few months. It’s super important to me and I know that has been one of the hardest things for them to go from living together to not living together and having conflicting work schedules.
Anyway…I’m doing ok with my new normal, but I did have my moments as I was getting adjusted and still have my moments.
Amy

























































































































































































