You ever wish you could have a few of those?
I know I do.
Like the time I was in 2nd grade and the teacher refused to let me go to the restroom, and consequently, as I stood in line to get my SRA Reading card, I peed. Right there in line in front of everybody. Mortifying for an eight-year-old just trying to fit in, with her Dorothy Hamil haircut and her Coke-bottle glasses.
And, like the time I thought it was a good idea to use a belt as a lasso when I was pretending to be a cowgirl rasslin’ up some cattle and knocked parts of my two front permanent teeth out. Quite a disappointment for both me and my mother. Thank God for resin. Otherwise I would look like that nagging lady from Hee Haw …… which my mother said was my favorite TV show as I child, only rivaled by “The Lawrence Welk Show.” Ridiculous, I know. She said I would sit the entire hour motionless, staring at the television. Not loving that it wasn’t “Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom.” Remember that guy? Marlin Perkins … yeah, that’s him.
Fascinating, I know. No wonder I wasn’t hooked. I’m thinking Lawrence Welk was a tad more entertaining with his talented band of singers and their lovely outfits. I just remember the guys had a lot of hair. How can a young girl resist this?
Definitely had to be my inspiration for wanting to sing.
OK, getting off track here.
There are countless do-overs I would love to have for my high school years. Countless.
I know you may find this hard to believe, but I wasn’t the perfect little angel I am now. Not even close.
Actually studying more than the day of a test would have been excellent.
If we’d only known the things we know now when we were in those dreaded years.
Like how pointless it is to spend a year dreaming of banging some girl’s head into the lockers … same dream over and over … until she bleeds, just because she “stole” your boyfriend whom you thought you were going to marry, but ended up breaking up when you went away to college anyway. A friendship was ruined. Boo to boys. That girl had been one of my best friends and I did have to apologize to her years later. Water under the bridge, but nonetheless, a definite do-over. How things could have been different. Ahh … immaturity.
Let’s not even talk about college … the whole first couple of years … DO-OVER!
Even now, with my kids, I wish I could have do-overs.
Like the time I thought it would be a good idea to carry K Belle in a sling as I was cooking dinner and a drop of boiling water burned her tiny foot. I cried more than she did.
And, even this morning as I fussed at La Petite Belle for leaving her water bottle at school, all the while she insisted that she didn’t. I refused to believe her and asked her to produce the water bottle if that was the case, then gave the whole speech on responsibility that I seem to give every day. After she left for school, I saw the water bottle lying on the floor in the corner of the dining room. My heart dropped. Do-over.
Good thing every morning we wake up to a new day and do get the chance to have a do-over.