I Miss My Kids

Yep - I said it. I miss my kids. It's funny really. I love my new life and new place and settling in to fun new routines with my husband but that is why I miss my kids.

I don't miss the toddler age or when they were even little kids. I miss the last couple of years of high school and the cool relationship shift where we talked about life and they giggled and made noise. I miss not being able to share fun new things. And isn't that how you know you love someone. You want to share the good times with them.

I'm so proud of my kids. One in college and one doing a good job of adulting. Growing and maturing and they still come home and we still talk on the phone. But I miss the time with them. I knew I would and for the last eight years or so I knew this was coming. This changed relationship that will grow and mature over time but as with all loss you have to grieve what was.

Grief is such a love word. The more you love the more you grieve. So as I miss my kids I'll process this grief and appreciate even more when they are here in my presence.

“Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.” 1 John‬ ‭3:18‬ ‭ESV‬‬