I Miss Those Little Things

I love my life. I love being a mother and a wife.

But…..

Sometimes I find myself longing for a break from this responsible parenting thing.

I miss being young.

I miss those little things that I took for granted when it was okay to take them for granted. It was okay because it was all I knew and it wasn’t all that exceptional.

But now I know better and every once in a while, I find myself missing those not-so-special memories.

I miss sleepovers with my friends.

I miss drinking Coke.

I miss not knowing that Coke is the devil’s work.

I miss being able to stay up all night.

I miss watching music videos on Much Music.

I miss going to Denny’s in the early mornings of the hour.

I miss getting asked for ID.

I miss spending hours getting ready for a night out.

I miss watching sad movies without automatically thinking about my children.

I miss road trips without diaper change breaks.

I miss spontaneous dates.

I miss wearing colourful makeup and really short skirts.

I miss eating ice cream without worrying about my diet.

I miss wearing high heels without knee pain.

I miss listening to gangster rap.

I miss mistakenly thinking I was gangster.

I miss being so misguided.

I miss reading a book uninterrupted.

I miss eating penny candies from the corner store.

I miss watching Beverly Hills 90210 and Melrose Place.

I miss jelly shoes.

I miss my ridiculously permed hair.

I miss the Sweet Valley Twins.

I miss the Babysitter’s Club even more.

I miss skipping class.

I miss the experience of learning in a classroom.

I miss drinking slurpees.

I miss going on roller coasters without getting sick.

Most of all, I miss the freedom of the young.

The freedom to be selfish. To not always have to worry about those small lovable children in my possession.

Would I change a thing?

No, not ever.

Not on your life or mine.

Not even for a second.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t miss a few things.

Like sleeping in….