Wednesday, July 1, 2009

More on sweating!

Raise your hand if you get a million "forward" emails in any given week pertaining to who-knows-what because you automatically hit the "delete" button when you see them?

Whoosh. That was a lot of hands going up, I felt it all the way through cyberspace!

Well, I'm on that list to be sure ~ and this week I got this email from my father-in-law and it was a letter that Erma Bombeck wrote. The mouse was hovering over "delete," but for some reason, I opened it instead. Who knows why.

I read it, a little bit stunned. Given what I wrote in my last post, I was kind of shocked to realize that Erma and I share(d) a brain. Crazy. So I wanted to share with you what the late, great Erma Bombeck had to say had to say about.......


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

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.


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.

Wow, that's good stuff.

And finally, this ~ another quote from Erma that I just love:
"If you can't make it better, you can laugh at it."



Myra McEntire said...

Yep. I'd rather laugh than cry.

Unknown said...

I don't know why or how I have the gift of laughing at myself but THANK GOD. This is a hard world, we're so much luckier if we can laugh at it!

Heather Leigh said...

My mom was a big Erma Bombeck fan back in the day...If life's a bowl of cherries, then why am I in the pits? Or something like that. My mom always let us tear the house apart and make forts with all of the blankets and couch cushions and pillows and jump on the furniture. Her philosophy was "It's just a couch. Why do I care about that? I'd much rather encourage my children's creativity, imagination, and excitememt, than preserve/extend the life of a couch." Now, whenever I'm tempted to yell at my boys "Put the cushions back on the couch RIGHT NOW!" I pause, and think about what's more important....their ingenuity or having a perfect living room? That's not to say I don't ever yell at them, but I yell at them a lot less because of my mom. And probably, too, because of Erma Bombeck.

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