It’s the last day of vacation. To my left, on the beach, are a brother and a sister, maybe twins? Maybe ages 3 & 4. They are so little and so cute. They’re throwing sand in the water. Little worker bees. My 3 are now adults. Each on their own path. Not my path. I’m so grateful they gave up one week of their lives to spend it with Lee and me. Was it perfection. No. Would I do it again. Yes. Oh how I wish I could wave my magic wand and have them be those littles again. Maybe for a day or for an afternoon. But I love who they’ve become.
What I would do for some parenting mulligans. Maybe that’s what makes me kind of melancholy when I see these young families. It’s the ache of missed opportunities.
I suppose there is beauty in imperfection. No one gets it exactly right. We’re all broken pieces.
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