I miss my little kids

I miss them fighting for me to sleep on their side of the bed,

I miss them holding me in the swimming pool like I am everything in their world,

I miss them running at me when I come to pick them up from the daycare like it’s the first time they see me in their lives,

I miss them insisting that I will hold them in my hands since they are too tired to walk,

I miss them holding me so tight when we walk on the street that my hand hurt,

I miss them saying “This is my dad” to their friends at kindergarten when I come for lunch,

I miss the time I could let them win the games without them even noticing it,

I miss the time I could play with them in the car pretending it is a spaceship and I have a button which makes it fly, about to press it, and they actually wait for something to happen,

I miss the time they jumped on my back and it felt like a cat,

I miss the time I asked them “who is your best friend in the world?” and they said “you”,

I miss the time I played superman with them, ran to the bathroom, and they believed me when I said I flew outside and came back from the drain,

I miss the time they hide under my blanket and they were sure I had no idea where they were,

I miss the time I told them “everything is OK, daddy is here” and they actually believed me,

I miss the time I could put on them their pajamas two sizes smaller and they didn’t even notice it,

I miss the time they wanted me to read them ten books before they go to sleep and they were mad at me because I got tired after the sixth one,

I miss the time they needed me to go with them to the restroom and had to announce it so I will take them,

I miss the time they kicked me and punched me and it didn’t hurt,

I miss the time I was running faster than they did and had to slow down to let them win,

I miss the time we walked and got to a traffic light and a small hand reached to my hand like there is no other way to pass,

I miss the time we played soccer and they were running around the ball since they had no idea what to do,

I miss the time they said “yesterday” and meant “three years ago”,

I miss the time they gave me a hug and it didn’t feel like they were in a hurry,

I miss the time they thought water is the only drink in the world,

I miss the time I explained simple things about the world and they would be excited like we just landed on the moon,

I miss the time I was waiting to take them to new places knowing I was actually opening the world in front of their eyes,

I miss the time we played hide and seek and they really thought I had no idea where they were,

I miss the time they were never tired and were eager to stay awake and learn new things about the world, until their eyes said “enough”,

I miss the time I played board games with them and they didn’t feel as though something better was waiting behind the door,

I miss the time I was proud to swim fast in the swimming pool so they would be impressed,

I miss the time I told them “today we are going to the park” and they just said “yay” and hurried to the door,

I miss the time they told me they don’t want me to get old,

I miss the time they were impressed by every small toy I bought,

I miss the time they were innocent, the time they needed me, the time their small hearts and bodies were still part of me,

I miss my little kids.

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