I Miss My Baby Girls

I so miss my little baby girls. I mean, I don’t love my grown up girls any less than I loved my baby girls, but I can’t help but feel sad when I think how that time in their lives is gone forever.

I miss helping put on their shoes and arguing about having another cookie. I want to be able to pick them up and toss them up in the air to make them squeal like I used to do. I even miss cleaning up their messes . . . . . Actually, I don’t have to miss cleaning up their messes very much, they are sixteen and eighteen and I’m still cleaning up their messes.

But then we will spend time with a friend or family member who has young children. I get dizzy watching them chase their children around trying to keep them from getting into, getting on, swallowing, and breaking things. I can’t imagine how I ever had the energy to make it through this age with my own two children.

It leaves me with an odd combination of both sadness and relief…

6 thoughts on “I Miss My Baby Girls

  1. It is a bitter sweet time that’s not over just yet. You still have them home, can hear their voices in and around the house. When the silence comes, well…..

    Treasure these moments.

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