You Are Not Too Old and It’s Not Too Late! (episode 11, Empty Nest Empires Podcast)

by tamiromani | Dec 6, 2019 | Empty Nest Empires Podcast, Podcast

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Oh boy, not much frustrates me more than when I hear someone say “I don’t do that thing  because I’m OLD.” And I hear it more often than I’d like. You can fill in the blank with things like “email” “get a new smart phone” “learn a new skill” “run a marathon” “write a book” etc. etc. but the message is the same: “I think I’m too old to learn to do a new thing.” 

Well, I’m here to debunk that attitude. In this episode, I’ll share from a list of people who became famous or tried something new or conquered a new milestone after age 40. One even said, “my 90’s were the most productive years of my life.” (It’s my goal to be able to say that one day, by the way…) This is by no means an exhaustive list, but if it helps to make you think about trying something new, then my mission is accomplished. In addition to these more well-known people, we all know someone older who ignores their age and does interesting things anyway, and we secretly admire them. 

So let’s lose that self-imposed roadblock and try new things, shall we? 

Send me a DM or comment on one of my Instagram posts with what you’ll be doing, in spite of your age! 😉 I’m @tamiromani on every platform, but here’s the direct link to my Instagram.

If you are interested in having a support system as you explore something new, then you should be in The Empire Builders Collective, a VIP group where we talk about what you should do and how to accomplish it. Doors will open early next year, so hop on the waiting list here: tamiromani.com/vipwaitlist

A Legacy of Fun Family Memories (Empty Nest Empires podcast, episode 10)

by tamiromani | Dec 5, 2019 | Empty Nest Empires Podcast, Podcast

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I guess I forgot to learn this from my mom…

Do you have any regrets after losing a loved one? As I fumbled through making Thanksgiving pies this week, I realized I forgot to learn how to make my mom’s perfect pie crust. 

Don’t wait to wish you’d learned something from a loved one… this episode will encourage you to reach out now to someone with a story you want to hear or a skill you want to learn – and do it now. 

Let me know who you reached out to!

Walking Mom Home – A Tribute to My Mom’s Great Legacy (episode 9, Empty Nest Empires podcast)

by tamiromani | Dec 5, 2019 | Empty Nest Empires Podcast, Podcast

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In this episode, I’m gonna share something personal, but oh so important. Listen to a piece I wrote 10 years ago as my mom was in her last hours of life. I still think it’s the best way to honor her now, ten years later.

I hope it touches you, and makes you think.

Would you reach out to me on social media and let me know you if this gave you some important insight, or even a sweet smile? I’m @tamiromani on every platform.

Have a wonderful Holiday Season!

xox Tami

P.S. Here’s the text of

Walking Mom Home by Tami Romani 12/21/09

This is hard. This business of watching someone die. Really, really HARD. But as with all things that are hard, it has had its joys, as well. Right now I suppose I can’t think of any, but I am sure they are there. My dad went quickly, just over two months ago. We barely said good‐bye. Now it’s mom’s turn, and the good‐byes seem endless. It’s a paradox, really. You want it to be over, but you never want it to be over, for that means your beloved mom is gone. But I promised myself I would walk my mom Home, and, along with my brother and sister and my husband, that is what I’m doing.

Sitting for days watching the natural progression of death, or THE PROCESS as we have come to know and hate the phrase, causes a person to evaluate life at its most basic level. What will my children be saying to me and about me when faced with this same scenario?

Actually, that was the easy part. And possibly the joyous part, as well. Aside from some silly quirks that we loved to tease her about, my mom was darn near perfect. I’m not kidding. This woman, born on a farm in the midst of a great flu epidemic, was tough as nails. A self‐described tomboy, she grew up in a family of 5 girls, and 3 boys. Her dad nicknamed her “Johnny.” Always joyful, smiling, and full of life, she had great stories, and what a storyteller she was!

And yet, she was an enigma. By the time I came along she was 40 and had lived nearly half her life. She was polished, educated, and well versed in her parenting and pastoring skills. She always said I was a compliant child, so I guess that didn’t hurt, but she had this way about her that just made me want to please her. Spanking wasn’t necessary – it was THE LOOK that made me want to do the right thing, and never disappoint this amazing Woman of God. I wouldn’t be truthful if I said I actually accomplished that….. But that’s another story.

Yes, I was the youngest daughter of a lady preacher. It made for an interesting life, to say the least. She was a tell‐it‐like it is, no‐nonsense person who continually believed in her children and their greatness. Some of the most important lessons and biblical truths I learned were from watching my mom.

There was the time a man came to the door, asking for a handout. We lived in the house next to the church, and everyone knew it. I stood back as I watched her tell the man to sit on the front step while she went to the kitchen and made a sandwich. Bringing it to him with a drink, she shared Jesus’ love in a tangible way and he was grateful. When I asked her why she didn’t give the man a couple of bucks and send him on his way, she told me the Bible says that we could be entertaining angels, unaware, and proceeded to tell me a story from her childhood during the great depression. One of her most vivid memories of God’s provision was when her family sat down to eat at a table with no food. After saying grace, there was a knock. The man at the door said he was from a new bakery in town and they were delivering bread samples to the local families. That night, the large family gave thanks for a generous businessman. Upon asking around the next day, though, they could find no one who knew of this bakery. It didn’t exist. So, the family story has always been that an angel brought the loaves of bread that night. For the rest of her life, she never wavered in her belief that God would always provide what they needed. And He always did.

Being the daughter of a lady preacher in the 60’s and 70’s gave me a sense that I was part of the Women’s Movement long before it became the mainstream. I could do anything. There was no boundary that would hold me back from what I wanted to do because my mom had blasted through the ultimate glass ceiling. She was a woman doing the work of a Man of God. And she did it well. Her sermons were compelling, her counseling wise and her prophesies accurate. At home she was just “mom” to us and “Mrs. J” to my brother’s buddies, but to the rest of the world she was a force to be reckoned with.

The authority with which mom prayed and preached was not lost on me, even as a young girl. Without saying a word, she taught me about spiritual warfare and the dire consequences of taking it lightly. It seemed that the enemy was constantly on the attack, and she handled each one with a firm grace that defied what must have been going on inside of her. I knew, without her ever telling me, that if her bedroom door was closed, she was in prayer. And not the sit on the edge of your bed God Bless Yous, either. She was in the fervent, groaning in the spirit kind of prayer that turns God’s ear a little bit closer.

Her favorite saying was, “But God!” When things looked hopeless and bleak, she would say, “But God!” When she would write in her journal about the destruction in the church brought by people with jealous spirits, she would write, “But God!” When she was discouraged about family members she had prayed for without an answer, she would say, “But God!” Her faith and confidence never waivered. Ever.

So I guess walking my mom Home really started when we began our walk through life together. I have gleaned 50 years of experience and knowledge from her. Some I have used already, most I suppose I have yet to draw from. But now, in these final moments of her life they come crashing through my brain like a flash flood. It is almost overwhelming, the legacy she leaves me. I only hope I can do the same for my own children.

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