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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….