My kids are grown and now their own kids are growing up, so this isn't exactly a recent thing.
I don't miss them as in wanting them back as kids again, but I miss that season of life, when they were all home and their noise and chaos filled our lives. I had no idea as we went through those years, how fast they would fly by, and how quickly our nest would be empty.
These are good years, even fulfilling in ways I didn't know about back then, but still... I miss my kids!
I don't have anyone to order around, and I don't have anyone to run to the store with, haul to yet one more activity, go on a special little shopping adventure, or just 'hanging', as we did all through those years. Even though they were our kids, and the responsibility of always guiding and instructing them was there... so were they!
There is no one I'd rather spend time with these days than my grown kids and their kids. They have become such special people, each one of them.
There is a part of me that would not go back for anything, but there is another part...
I think it will always be there.
I know... "you have raised them, they are on their own and raising wonderful families, just like you prayed for"... I know all of that. Still...
Sometimes I miss my kids.