If there was such a thing as time travel, or a Ghost of Christmas Past to take me through all my years, I know exactly what I'd love to do.
I so wish that I could go observe just a regular old day in every year in my life, to see what it was like - or better yet, walk around in my younger self's skin. Wouldn't that be so cool? This is especially true because I feel like I have a much worse memory than other people do.
What was I like as a toddler - was I happy, or a pain, or somewhere in between? In elementary school when we had to learn square dancing (I wish I were kidding) and was so nervous that I might get matched up with Stacy Beinbacker, the cutest boy in class....exactly how dorky was I (spoiler alert....likely pretty darn dorky)? Even when I went for my one semester at Radford....what was that really like? I know for certain I didn't give it a fair chance, but what were my days like?
But even more than looking back at myself, I'd like to re-do a day in each year of the kids' lives. When you're in the thick of it, it feels SO hard and like whatever challenge you're currently facing - a baby who cries unless you stand up holding him, a preschooler who yells at you when she would prefer you park the car somewhere other than where you have - will never end. But all things do. Watching families when we're out an about, I feel like I would be so much more patient with things if I had them to do over. It's hard being a kid, with no control over anything, ever! And I was forever saying "hurry up, come here, let's go" -- I should have slowed down more. It turns out everything is so fleeting.
That old cliche "the days are slow, but the years fly by" couldn't be more true.
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