Proud is Thankful for her beautiful new daughter.
When I’m old and grey-haired, rocking in my rocker, I want to look back at these years and not say, “I wish I hadn’t….” Or, maybe even more painfully, “Why didn’t I “blah, blah, blah” when I was able to…?”
The thing is, I can picture it so vividly it breaks my heart…
Wishing I could call my mom or go see her… I can do that now. Someday she’ll be gone.
Wanting to lay in husband’s arms all night, regretting the times I pushed him away. There’s no gaurantee I’ll always have that choice…
Remembering my sweet dogs and wishing I’d played fetch, or taken them running, or gotten them rawhides to chew (the very favorite things of each of them). I can do that now. Much as I like to deny it to myself my dogs (especially my 16-year-old) are a temporary gift.
Mostly, I don’t want to regret the times when I COULD HAVE had the honor of helping someone who needed me, and turned a cold, indifferent shoulder instead.
