A Second Chance

It was long past bedtime, but one little girl could not sleep. Sophie climbed out of bed and quietly crept back to the living room where her tired mom sat, reading with a huge smile on her face and a basket of unfolded, clean laundry on the floor at her feet.

She heard the little girl pad into the room and said, “A book by Erma Bombeck,” already anticipating what Sophie was going to ask because moms are like that. (They know everything.) She patted the couch next to her, then started to read aloud to the little girl…

“If I had my life to live over, I would spend more time listening and less talking. I would spend more time on loved ones— and less on work. Spend more time living in my living space— and less cleaning it.
Spend more time learning from the older people in my life— and less trying to convince them I already know it all.

The mom reached over and patted Sophie’s shiny curls.

“I would spend more time with the windows rolled down— and less worrying about mussing my hair. I would spend more time having fun— and less being practical. Spend more time finding joy in each moment, spend more time on love and forgiveness— and less on anger and insults. Most of all, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it… live it… and never give it back.”

She glanced over and saw that her daughter’s eyes were closing on her, but instead of putting her back to bed, she pulled her little girl close and breathed in the moment. The laundry could wait.

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