The Nest Is Never Empty

As a mother I have always paid attention to those who are further along in the process of parenting than I am. I figure it is an ideal way to learn what might be yet to come. As a result I have learned much — mistakes, triumphs, best ways to avoid what a friend calls “social service moments” — but over the past few years I’ve noticed a particular phenomenon among my friends and family with teenage children, one you don’t read about in women’s magazines. We all know about “Empty Nest Syndrome,” but from what I can tell, incidents of this psychological and emotional condition are on the decline. I had the first indication of this from observing my sister, Ellen.

We were in Puerto Rico and our aunt Georgina — who has twelve dogs and carries a case of dog food in her trunk to feed strays — had just rescued an unbelievably cute puppy from her office parking lot. He was a Sato, a street mutt, black and furry with big, pleading, chocolaty eyes. Georgina was trying to find a home for him, and since I’m allergic I suggested to my sister that she take him with her to Vermont. Her reaction was so vehement I had to take two steps back.

“No! No more dependent creatures!”

Ellen was recently separated at the time, with her two sons well into their teenage years, and she explained (after she stopped twitching at the very thought) that when the boys’ dog and cat died, she was not getting anymore creatures that needed her to survive. It was then that I understood that when the boys were gone and off to college, Ellen wanted to focus on herself, not feeling bound or completely responsible for any living creature.

Recently my friend Nancy at work was talking about the two fish she had gotten for her daughter. She too has recently separated and her daughter is now a junior in high school (notice a pattern here?). They discovered that in addition to their five cats, that one fish was male and the other female, and subsequently, Nancy awoke one morning to find a tank occupied by two orange parents and a dozen flittering babies. Frustrated at the thought of caring for them all or giving them away she yelled into the tank, “For God’s sake, isn’t your breed supposed to eat your young?” Now, when she told me the story, I knew that Nancy was not wishing ill on the poor, defenseless (albeit fertile) fish, but rather like my sister, the concept of yet another group of mouths to feed, no matter how small, was just too much to consider.

Article Author: Ann Hagman Cardinal

Ann Hagman Cardinal is a freelance writer as well as the Marketing Director for Vermont Collge of Fine Arts. Her first novel, Sister Chicas--co-authored with two other Latina writers—was released in 2006 by NAL/Penguin Books. …

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