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
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while
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.
Remember to seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...but most of all...never give it back!
About the Author: Erma Bombeck was a nationally syndicated humor columnist for more than 32 years. With her gift of humor she wrote of what she knew, being a frazzled housewife and mother in the suburbs. Her books and columns poked fun at real life and gave a voice to suburban housewives everywhere. Much of her work, however, was enjoyed as clipped newspaper columns, sent to a friend or relative, or taped on refrigerators across America. She died April 22, 1996 at the age of 69, from complications following a kidney transplant. She had Polycystic kidney disease, the most common life-threatening genetic disease in the United States.
© Claire Ann Stafford 2000