Tuesday, June 02, 2009

If I Had My Life To Live Over

I'm feeling a little "deep" tonight and remembered this poem by Erma Bombeck. To me it is a reminder to stop and reevaluate life every so often. To slow down and remember what is truly important to me.

I have actually been trying to treat this poem as somewhat of a motto lately and live by it more. Especially since stressing myself out over total crap could literally kill me. There is so much in life that can't be controlled but at least how I view it can be.

I know this blog has gone totally down hill in the last six months but hopefully you can forgive me. I've been trying to be more present for my kids which doesn't allow alot of time for blogging. I miss it but I think I missed them more so I will try to blog but if I don't just know that it's because I'm loving my heathens.

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 TV - 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 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 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.

Erma Bombeck


Kari said...

This is one of my favorite poems. Sure my house can be spotless but I would rather enjoy a movie and popcorn with my kid and the silly moments we have.

Sure I could stress every moment over any given thing but really at what expense? Life goes on to quickly, children grow to fast... enjoy it all before it is gone.

Meg_L said...

What a wonderful thing to use as a motto.

And I totally understand about less blogging and more family.

Life As I Know It said...

that is one of my favorite essays. I read it from time to time too.

Be present for your kids - that's much more important than blogging. I'm trying to do that more myself.
Hope you are well!

Summer said...

I love this poem. I used to have it hanging on my bathroom mirror. It's one of those that people should read every day. Enjoy living life with your kids, you know the internet isn't going anywhere. :)

Joanna said...

You have a good think to have a good life. This probably you know and really is so. We need to enjoy while we can, because tomorrow may already be too late.

Rayne said...

Every time I'm feeling rushed, or as if there is no point to it all and why bother, I turn to this poem and remember it is these things that are important. Thank you for posting it, I needed it today, even if it is several days after you posting it.

Lola said...

I always loved Erma Bombeck.

Stopping by for the June 1000 Comment Challenge.


Michael said...

That is an amazing poem.

Thanks for sharing.

Cindy said...

Life in the fast lane...we are so used, even as kids, to grow up so fast, learn so much, be competitive, be the best at what you do, don't stop for regrets.. Before we know it, we're already working 8 hours a day and with no time for ourselves and we can't see the end of it. This poem is really a wake-up call. Thx for posting.

Barby said...

Yes, many things in our life we can not control but we must always try. I completely understand you because I have the same problem with my children. Your blog is excellent and you do not to worry, but just continue.

new homes san antonio said...

I've missed you! I'm glad things are going so good for you. Well, except for the bad sperm donor part.Who knew this would be the beginning of fighting over the remote in later years.