How many of you sit back and think, If I could just do that all over again, I would......(fill in the blank)
It's something I've thought about a lot since I got my diagnosis. Things I would do differently if I could. Situations I would have handled differently. Apologizes that would have been made.
Recently I was reading an article about Erma Bombeck here.
In case you don't know who Erma Bombeck is I'll give you a little background about her.
"She was the blogger before blogging became blogging. She’s the voice of our mothers generation…back when the option to hop online in order to diffuse frazzled minds didn’t exist. Erma, like many of us, used her words to reach out to moms who experienced the same joys and frustrations of parenting as she did.
Only she was much funnier.
And more famous.
Between best selling books, regular TV appearances, and one of the longest running columns in newspaper history, reaching over 30 million readers, Erma managed to tackle the image of the ‘perfect’ 50′s housewife by being honest about motherhood and giving women something they could actually relate to.
What made Erma beautiful, in my opinion, is that while she poked fun at the trials of parenthood and brought women to tears with laughter, she also said things like, “children make your life important”…it’s evident where her heart was.
Her writings are humbling and inspiring to say the least."
I give you Erma Bombeck’s If I Had My Life To Live Over:
******************I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn! With my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love you’s.” More “I’m sorry’s” …But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute…look at it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.
STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!
Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what. Instead, let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.