Remembering

I remember when my children were little.

They don’t run to me and tell me about their day.

Those days are long gone.

I miss them.

I miss the identity of being a mom to them.

I miss their energy and their love.

I miss seeing them discover new things

and become the people they are today.

I miss the texts and the phone calls.

I would do it all again.

I would have them all and celebrate them more.