The Secret Life of Bebe

My Meagle moved out a couple of weeks ago. It’s been a long time coming. When we moved into our place last June, we did so with the assumption that Ms Meagle would be moving out sometime during the next year. Even though it was expected and right, it was still a teensy bit sad to say goodbye to my youngest child.

Luckily I didn’t have to dwell on my empty nest for long. Over dinner that night Stephen and I discussed what we would do with our new spare room. A chillout room perhaps? A reading room? A computer room? Most likely a sport equipment room. We finished dinner (at Tulsi) and on our way to dancing I called Antony to check in with how he was doing. Five minutes later our spare room had become Antony and Grace’s new bedroom.

They were in the process of finding a new place – bigger and nicer for when the new baby comes. They had given notice at their current place but had not found anywhere to move to. So that weekend, three days after my baby moved out, my boy, his girl and their baby moved in. It was an easy transition for Wyatt to make – he has his own room at our place (and his own Nana-Poppa-Wyatt routines which somewhat surprise his parents).

It’s lovely having them there. It’s nice to come home to a full and bustling house. It’s cosy. I love spending more time with my son, getting to know Grace better, and having time with my favourite bubba. And it’s great for Bronwen to get to know her new big brother and sister-in-law better. It’s funny, Bronwen and Wyatt are more like sister and brother than auntie and nephew. They already spend quite a lot of time together – Wyatt follows Bronwen around like a puppy, he just adores her.

And now they have found a lovely new home and will move out in a couple of weeks. Empty nest syndrome is sneaking up behind me again. I’m just lucky that I have Ms Bronwen to keep it at bay for a wee while longer.