Saturday, March 20, 2010
If I had my life to live over, 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 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 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.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
While searching the blogosphere, I came across the following feature and felt compelled to share, simply because I'm always being asked 'how do you do it- with so many kids'. When confronted with this question, I'm usually caught off guard because I can't picture it any other way. I'm not quite sure how we do it, we just DO it. It doesn't take much thought and it's not work, it's actually kinda easy. I'm not quite sure how some parents do it with just one or two!!! Don't they drive you crazy? I would think that it be somewhat lonesome. Here, in this house, there's always someone to play with!
Something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams, wants to see her in an hour.
A youth she's content to leave behind.
A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
One friend who always makes her laugh...
...and one who lets her cry.
A good piece of furniture, not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
A feeling of control over her destiny.
How to fall in love without losing herself.
How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
When to try harder...and when to walk away.
That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
That her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over.
What she would and wouldn't do for love.
How to live alone...even if she doesn't like it.
Whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally.
Where to go when her soul needs soothing; be it to her best friend's kitchen table, or a charming Inn in the woods.
What she can and can't accomplish in a day...a month...a year.