I miss the days when my kids were little.
When a cuddle could fix most everything
And getting them to sleep was a problem-- not getting them awake!
I miss those golden years before hormones kicked in
When they asked the really interesting questions about life and dinosaurs
And listened to your answers
And believed what you had to say
I miss the days of legos and Pokemon
And finding cute barrettes
I miss making Halloween costumes out of old clothes and stealing the best candy
I miss the hope that we would always go to church together
And we would be some version of the Rockwell painting however quirky
And that the next generation would be the best fun ever
But I will get over it
The dreams we all had as young Mother's. What they might be and now really are.
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I so miss those days too. The days when I thought my girls would always be with me, when I thought they loved me and really liked me too. Those were simpler days, if more hectic. But, alas, my lesson is the same as yours. Those days don't last and they grow to be whoever they choose with no regard to us.
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