I miss the days of koolaid popsicles and silly string, scraped knees, kissing boo-boos, and "Mama push me on the swing!" I miss the days of fat little fists bearing crushed dandelion bouquets. Little boys who wanted to marry me as soon as they were raised. I miss the days of smelly children before I stuck them in a bath, bedtime stories, saying prayers, and helping them with math. I miss the days of snowsuits, hot cocoa and angels of snow, flag football, t-ball and soccer always being on the go. I miss the days of band camp, football halftime and senior prom. Holiday programs at our little church, I miss being a busy mom.