You know, there is the old cliché of the ancient old man lying on his bed.He has the covers pulled up to his chin and a pained expression on his face
“Oh why!?” he laments
“If only I had it to do over again! I would give my very soul to have my life to do over again! I would do everything so differently!”
Not me though
While I made so many mistakes. Maybe I am not a complete failure but it is so close I can smell its fetid breath (smells like pastrami)
Nope I would not give my soul to do it over again
I don’t need to be there to witness my senior year of high school
Or the time I played the troll in the 3 Billy goats gruff in the 1st grade
I don’t need to be there for my first kiss or to see Star Wars for the first time.
But I would give my very soul to do my kids life over again.
But to see my kids first step? Yeah in heartbeat.
To be able to read to them a bedtime story again or tickle them into submission?
Dressing up for Halloween or picking out the right valentine for a school mate (Should we get Hello Kitty or Kim Possible?)
Big hugs and little kisses, scared cries and silly giggles, messy shirts and holding little hands
Oh hell yeah.Please?