IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER By: Erma Bombeck I would
have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the
carpet was stained and 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 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 burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in
storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not
worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching TV -
and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by
my husband.
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 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 yous"...more "I'm
sorrys"...
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.
In memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with
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