For 30 years, my mother has taken care of her family in the one home. She has raised five children (six if you count my father—definitely
6, then), and made an unfathomable number of sacrifices for each and every one of us, some of which I haven’t been able to fully comprehend until now. But within a year, my mother will see the last two children move out of the family home, and will be faced, for the first time, with an empty nest. What does one do after spending 30 years building and caring for a household that will soon be filled with empty hallways and dark corners? Did the inevitable passage of time consume that freedom, which was so palpable in her youth, or will this be a new beginning?