Restful Afternoon

Nostalgia.  Memories.  Dreams. 

I think back over my life regularly.  Did I do well?  Have I been successful?  Will I continue to be able to make a difference in life?  Am I making other's lives better?

Pretty deep thoughts for a Saturday afternoon.  But as I sit here, listening to the conversation between Child A and the Significant Other....  I miss the past. 

I wish I had taken more time when I had it.  I wish I could spend time with those sweet little children who used to run to me an hug my knees when I got home from work.  What was I doing that was so important?  Why didn't I spend more time with those knee-high joys from my past?

But then I remember -- food.  housing.  Those trappings of 'success' that are required.  I felt I had to put food on the table for those tricycle motors, and shoes on thier feet, and a trip to the ice cream parlor when they wanted.....

Now I know why grandbabies are so important..... they give us another chance to be the person we should have been when we didn't.... wouldn't..... couldn't.  I would wish for another chance.  Please....?

Thank you.