I don't miss the bedtime debacle.
I don't miss attempting to tame the wild locks that tumble down her back.
I don't miss the farting.
I don't miss the talk of butts and farts and poop. And vulva - always with the vulva.
I don't miss the constant reminder to put down the kitten, leave the kitten alone, and get the kitten out of there.
I don't miss the crazy silence following a trip to the bathroom. No good ever comes from silence in the bathroom.
I don't miss reminding her to put on socks and shoes in the morning.
I don't miss getting her ready for school in the morning. In fact, this morning, I felt like I had hours to prepare myself to go to work.
But I miss her.
I miss her funny, nonsensical jokes. Momma, momma, momma? What has a nose and two ears? The bunny in my butt! (I'm sorry, I just don't get it.)
I miss her snuggling up to me while I read her bedtime stories.
I miss having her around to have dinner with and talk about our day.
I miss the greeting at the door when I come home from work.
I miss her.