If I could just have one do-over, I would have let Scott kiss me and said, “Yes. I will go with you.” (“go with” as in date…well, as much as you can date when you’re in the 6th grade.)
If I could have nine more do-overs? I would have…
…gone to law school immediately after college. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
…found a way to live closer to my favorite place in the world. (Don’t laugh) Yes, that would be Disney World.
…stopped every stupid lesson plan that started going wrong and pushed my students harder instead of letting them (goof off) explore their creative impulses.
…stood up to my mother more in my twenties when I was an adult and in charge of my life.
…pushed and pursued a singing career with a little more effort. Opportunities just fell into my lap and I took them all for granted.
…called my grandparents more often and begged to hear story after story after story and written every single one of them down afterwards.
…listened to my mid-wife when she told me that losing weight after a baby is difficult. Even more difficult when you’re having one at age forty. And then, I would have eaten less and better.
…been a heck of a lot more confident in high school. Because, really. How much of that crap matters now?
…waited until I was a little bit older and a little bit wiser to get married for the first time.
But I didn’t.
I said no to Scott, let’s just be friends. (even though I had a killer crush on him) I floundered after college. I stayed in the same place after college. I let my students run over me sometimes, not wanting to squash their creativity. I let my mother dictate my life until I was in my 40’s. I thought there would always be singing opportunities. I talked more about my life with my grandparents than I listened about theirs. I fed my cravings of ice cream and McDonald’s french fries when I was pregnant. I pretended I was confident in high school, but deep down I was pining to be the popular one. I married at the oh-so-wise age of 21 because, seriously, I knew everything there was to know about what was good for me.
And it’s a big but.
I wouldn’t change a thing.
I have an amazing husband. Three fantastic, beautiful children. A career as a stay-at-home-mom – and who knew I would love it so much? I have a life with regrets and accomplishments and friends and scars. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Because I like who I’ve become. And I wouldn’t be me without all my experiences.
So, if I could have ten do-overs? I wouldn’t do it.
Because then, I wouldn’t be here.