I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of trying to get them all fed and in the car and out the door in time.
I miss it. I miss it so much that sometimes when I wake and the house is quiet, I cry. Wishing I could hear my kids yelling at each other one more time. Calling for me to break up an argument or help them find a pair of socks. God how I miss those moments. I didn’t realize how much I would miss them. But today, the quiet echoes so loudly, it feels unbearable and empty. I wish they were all little again, needing me, needing their mom.
Yes I lived it, I loved it and I paid attention to the noise and chaos when it was there. But today my heart aches for the tender moments when children were just children and I was too busy to notice the world around me.
