The children always ask me who my favorite child is and any parent who says they don't have one is lying. To answer the question, though, my favorite child depends on the day. And today Peter definitely didn't win that honor. It always seems that the days I'm lowest on energy are the days his is off the charts. I bet those same parents who say that they don't have a favorite child also say they don't have any regrets in life. They're lying.
I have regrets from what I ate for dinner last night, still coping with the indigestion, and not buying another fly swatter when I was at the dollar store yesterday as I shoo away the same elusive fly buzzing around my face. I regret going to bed late last night, instead staying up to watch The Incredible Dr. Pol, which left me feeling tired from the moment I opened my eyes this morning. I regret having two aging dogs with worn out bladders and rotting teeth. And then there are serious regrets like having children before a career and being blindly optimistic as the economy tanked with my lifestyle during the recession. And it's obvious I have days where I regret having Peter. Who could blame me?
Regrets are an inherent part of life. They’re based on emotions, trial and error, cause and effect. They come with hindsight in a way that puts life in perspective and prompts us to make adjustments. There are lessons to be learned when we have regrets. Not that I learned any significant lesson from eating cheap frozen pizza, except to try a new brand or avoid it all together. The degree of our regret is dependent on the outcome of our choices. But to profess a life without regret would be superhuman.
Here’s to the end of another Sunday.