Life to Live Over By Irma Bombeck
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/grandchildren and not
worried about grass stains.
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.