Take a Moment to Think

This morning a good blog friend posted the following saying she had received it via e-mail with instructions to pass it on to five women. She said she was passing it on in her blog because it's a message worth broadcasting. And I am doing the same. Reading it brought stinging tears to my eyes and a wake-up thunk to my head.

It is in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer and kidney disease in 1996. Most of you are probably not old enough to remember who she was. Successful humorist, columnist, and journalist, she wrote many books primarily dealing with being a homemaker, wife and mother. Her popularity reached its peak in the 1960s but she remained a household name for years after that.

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying)

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 have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or 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 have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

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 sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

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. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.