|A late night, post-nightmare photograph. Cherishing these moments.|
I would definitely not have wasted all of my afternoons on the soccer field and in the gym. Instead, I would have come home and helped my mom with dinner (something I never did), or played cards with my brothers (something else I never did). I would have gone for walks in the evenings in the snow with my dad. I would have at least asked him about his day. I wouldn't have argued with my parents about everything. I would have trusted their judgement, and respected their authority in my life. I would have listened to their laughter during the sitcom, instead of closing my bedroom door to drown it out, while I talked on the phone.
I wouldn't have dated. All pain, no gain there. I would have spent more time outdoors, knowing that one day work and motherhood would keep me inside for weeks at a time. I certainly wouldn't have wasted a single minute being unkind. I would have practiced my piano. I would have paid attention in civics class. I would have gone to my grandmother's house.
Had I known what I know now.