I can’t help it. I miss them. I miss them asking me to please read them “just one more book”. I miss the “tent” blankets that filled up the living room and stood there for days.
I miss the boys bringing their mattresses into the living room and having a movie marathon…blankets, pillows, popcorn, staying up until their little eyes shut fast asleep.
I miss playing little games with them… diner – I’d take their order (which was always conveniently hot and ready), then I’d swipe their "credid card" (plastic / cardboard card that comes in new wallets/purses). They always got a kick when I’d use an accent of some sort and “became” Wanda the Waitress.
I miss fighting over whose turn it was to give the boys a bath.
I miss them waking me up at the butt crack of dawn wanting breakfast.
I miss them coming into my bed to snuggle, talk, tell stories, watch tv.
I miss being able to wrap my arms around their entire little bodies. I miss singing to them, with them.
I miss them wanting to see Gullha Gullha Island (old show on Nickelodeon) and Rugrats (another old show). I miss hearing them play in the other room.
I miss them! I miss being a mommy. I miss being the “bestest mommy in the whole wide world!”. I miss their love. I miss their hugs and kisses. I miss them wanting to be with me. I miss their laughter and little smiles. I miss their tiny voices.
I miss them needing me.
I miss my little family.
I don’t know how to live day to day without being a mom. I can’t do this empty nest thing.
I want to go back and do it all over.