Confiscated lego. Paper hearts. Lineup drama. Finger spaces between words.
The land of primary. I miss it.
I miss the affected sneers and huge put on grumpy faces.
I miss the toothless smiles. Rosy cheeks. Shy grins
I miss sticky out pony tails and falling out braids.
I miss the giggles. The shushing. The tattling and the denial.
The wide eyes and the gasps at the smallest of things which often turn out to be the biggest of things.
“Are you married?” “Who’s your husband?” “How much money do you have?”
I miss the repeating. The asking and telling again and again and again.
I miss sparkle dresses. Hairbands. Droopy tights. Polka dots.
I miss yellow rain jackets. Broken umbrellas. Muddy layers.
I miss new reader pride. Pages that take forever. Not breathing through one long stretched out sentence.
I miss little hands reaching for mine. Spontaneous singing. Silly little poems.
I miss stompy feet that seek out puddles. Dancing. Prancing. Spinning in circles.
I miss messy play. Toppled towers. Imagined lands. Race car lanes.
I miss the ease of imagination. The willingness to believe. The joy.
Paint splotches. Standing on chairs. Untied shoelaces.
I miss the love. The mush. The gush.
I am participating in the Slice of Life challenge to write and publish a post every day in March.
Slice of Life is hosted by Two Writing Teachers. I thank them for the community they provide. Read more slices here.