If I Had My Life to Live Over

If I Had My Life to Live Over

Mimi Foster 1967Since the beginning of life, people have found (hopefully) that with age comes wisdom. I am in the process of moving from the home that my mother shared with us the last five years of her life. I am sorting and packing and tossing and decluttering and remembering. There have been fond memories and tears produced from many of the photos and memorabilia that have passed through my aging hands over the past few weeks.

Erma Bombeck was a gentle humorist who was popular in my younger years and wrote a daily column for national distribution to newspapers. I found this reflection tucked in a book. It was one that always struck a chord with me, and was a perfect reminder.

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 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 my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my child 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.

2 thoughts on “If I Had My Life to Live Over”

  1. I couldn’t have read this at a better time. You are always such a positive influence for me. I watch you be an amazing mom, wife, realtor, writer and friend every day. Your mom loved you the way you are and were. She’ll watch over you in this house. She’s probably the one who found it for you. Celebrate and enjoy now… “seize every minute . . . look at it and really see it . . . live it . . . and never give it back.”

    • Thank you for making me cry ­čÖé Your words touched me greatly. I have thought many times how happy she must be about this move for us. I will hold on to “. . . look at it and really see it . . . live it . . .” Carpe diem

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