My kids are 22, 18 and 16 years old now, and though I am grateful that they can finally feed and dress themselves, I sometimes grow nostalgic for the days when they were little.
I miss reading bedtime stories.
sitting with one of them on my lap in the rocking chair
shopping for toys at Christmas time
holding a little hand while crossing the street
buying new school supplies (ah, there’s something about the smell of a brand new box of crayons)
having them all home at night and safely tucked in bed
Are there any other nostalgic parents out there?