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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 and grandmother ramble on about
their 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 sat on the lawn with my children
and not worried
about grass stains.
I
would have burned the pink candle sculpted
like a rose before it
melted in storage.
I
would have cried and laughed less while
watching television 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 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.
* In loving memory
of Erma Bombeck
who lost her fight with cancer.
