Have you ever read "If I had My Life to Live Over" by Erma Bombeck? I remember reading it a long time ago and thinking "Humph. Ok. Sure," and then walking away and going about my day. I think I was young and stupid back then...because clearly, I am so old and wise now. But I keep finding myself thinking about this. It might be because I spoke to one of the brothers yesterday, asked what he was doing, and was mildly amused when he replied that he was nursing a hang over. I don't remember the last time I nursed a hang over. Or at least, when I had the ability to slow life down to nurse a hang over as my main activity for the day. Children don't really allow that luxury and so a drunken Saturday night is never really worth it. But I digress...
So, I have been thinking about this...
I hate wearing a bathing suit. Despise it. But then I think that maybe I should do it more often because really, if I hate it now, how am I going to feel about it in another twenty years? So I should embrace it.
I have been wearing bermuda shorts for the vast majority of my life. Before they even came back in style. And now I regret not wearing some daisy dukes in my younger days. My legs looked great then and I should have been celebrating that.
I don't usually wear things that are super trendy or draw attention to myself. But I am trying to change that...because I regret the shorts and the bathing suit thing and I don't want to continue having stupid regrets. I wear leggings and skinny jeans (gasp!) because I hate the thought of in the future regretting not wearing them more than I hate the thought of looking foolish today.
So yesterday I wore a pair of really huge earrings to church. They were completely out of the box for me. They are super hip. Totally in. And my child said,
Child: Oh, Mama. Those are, like, really big earrings. How are your ears even holding those things up? Are they made out of some kind of plastic?
Me: Actually, they're vintage lucite and they are very lightweight.
Child: Well that's good because they could break your earlobes off. They are REALLY big.
Me: Well, I kind of like them. And my earlobes are safe. So, I am wearing them.
Child: I think they might be too big.
Seriously. Why is she trying to ruin this for me? Does she not understand the concept of trying something new in order to not get stuck in a rut?
But she's only 8 and she doesn't get it, so I forgive her.