Children

February 2007
I miss my children. I know it sounds corny, but I miss my children. I was in church tonight and saw a little girl climb up in her mom’s lap and put her head next to hers and her arm around her neck and I thought to myself, I miss that. I saw a commercial the other night where a little boy was toddling to his mom and I realized that I miss that. I miss those moments that were so special. I miss having my children sit in my lap and love me. I miss having the special kisses and hugs at night. I miss giggles and laughter and pranks. I miss reading a book to them. I miss watching them play in the yard. I miss Austin coming in and smelling like dirt and sweat and just little boy smells with things in his pockets. I miss Amber wanting me to play dolls with her. I even miss fixing Amber’s hair and having her fuss about it. I miss making them green eggs and ham. I miss taking the summers and going to museums with them, and having picnics at the parks. I miss going swimming and hooking up the sprinkler under the trampoline and putting soap on it and watching them slip and slid all over it. I miss them begging me for just one more story. I miss watching them play ball, marching in the band, going to dances. I miss them having friends over and me cooking for a house full. I miss the mess and the noise. I miss them ganging up and teasing me. I miss them laughing at something they thought was funny. I miss playing board games until late at night. I miss watching them with their dad, making up games. If I could do it over again, I don’t know what I’d do different except, maybe, remember every detail, every smell, every sight, every touch, every word.