I know you miss the little girl I used to be,

The times when you could pick out my clothes and volunteer to help with holiday parties at school.

I know you hate to think of me as an adult, one that you can’t watch and won’t tell you when something

is bothering me.

I know you miss me being at home

And drawing you pictures and making you animals out of Model Magic.

But the truth is, I miss that little girl too.

Because growing up isn’t as great as being a little girl.

I miss the times when I didn’t have to worry so much about what I wore

And when parties just had games instead of drinking games.

Sometimes I wish I was better at talking to you and sometimes I miss being at home,

Because now when I draw a picture there is someone asking me what it is and why I’m not better at

drawing instead of hanging it on the fridge and giving me a hug.

I know you miss that little girl and sometimes I do too.