Monday, March 16, 2015

Regrets? I Have One for Sure

Like the Frank Sinatra song, My Way…”Regrets, I have a few, but then again too few to mention.”
Except for one in my case—

Thanks to the ignorance of youth there are a number of things I could have made better decisions on, but they also helped me to become the person I am today. To be honest, some were downright stupid, but definitely learning experiences I chose not repeat. Others were major life lessons, but I won't bore you with all of them...just a couple.
Staying in a teenage marriage too long, but I don’t regret the marriage. From that I have two wonderful children who make me proud of the adults they have become. The main thing I learned from the leaving—I was stronger than I gave myself credit for being.

Basking in the sun slathered in baby oil in my early teens (sunblock wasn’t the thing back then) and coming away with major sunburn. I leaned those of us with chalk skin need to be careful about sun exposure, and later developed a passion for sunscreen with an SPF of at least 30.
Yes, I regretted the decision to bake at the time, but a real life learning experience.

But the thing I do regret, and probably always, are the times I missed saying three little words…I love you…to the important people in my life. When the young, ignorant me was too busy with foolish things to hang a few minutes longer and listen to a story from a relative or friend, all whose loss I would morn with great regret as time passed. To not be able to hear their laughter again, or feel their arms around me in a tight hug still leaves an ache in my heart. I can only hope they hear my whispered “I love you” when I visit their graves, or can feel the thoughts of love when I pick up a memento they gave me in time past.
So today I tell those important people I love them. When we part, I hug them a little tighter and

longer. I try to stop what I’m caught up in to listen to their need to share, or just talk.

What about you? Is there something you regret?


Sharon Ledwith said...

Nice post, Lizzie! I think I regret not telling my dad I loved him the evening before he died, though I did give him a big hug. Telling our loved ones how we feel about them is a gift we give ourselves. Hugs!

Lizzie said...

I know, Sharon. We all need to pick up the phone and say those words to those we don't see often.

BTW, my friend. I love you!