I Need A Time Machine

Don't worry. I wouldn't use it to pick up a sports almanac. I just have a few regrets in life.

My Uncle's pizzeria ~ How I wish I could have taken my husband and children there. It was a simple take out pizza place in Chicago, but I loved the smell of the place and of course the pizza was delicious. I regret not getting my uncle's recipe before he passed on. I could also use his advice right now on how to start a pizza business. There are no decent pizza places where we live now.

According to Doc Brown, we shouldn't try to see our future/past selves because it could disrupt the space-time continuum. I'm willing to risk this though to encourage my past self to stay home with son #1. I put him in daycare at 12 weeks and he was there until son #2 came along 3 years later. My oldest still has memories of daycare. He tolerated it, but didn't like it. I can't get those 3 years of my son's life back. I gave away those 3 years to daycare employees, and although they did a great job taking care of him, it wasn't the same as the unconditional love of a parent. (I also should have left my stressful full-time career for my own health reasons.)

Thinking of the boys, I wish I would have taken way more photos and video. In hind sight, having too many baby pictures is impossible.

Thinking of babies, I wish I wouldn't have waited to start our family. We waited for a certain income level before going for it, and didn't have our first child until age 27. I didn't know how difficult it was going to be to conceive and carry to full term. I'm grateful for the two I ended up with, and I suppose the Lord knew what He was doing. He probably spared my body and my marriage the stress of having a fuller nest.

Speaking of nests, although the boys are happy we live in a subdivision, (access to the neighborhood posse), I wish we would have invested in a farmette. More land to grow stuff, chickies laying eggs, I'm discovering there's a farm girl inside of me, feeling trapped by suburbia.

I think I'd also use the time machine to go back to age 18 and tell then boyfriend/future husband, "Let's go check out that Nirvana show." I'd also time travel back to Blind Melon shows. Its tragic those so talented are lost to artificial influences. Actually there are many artists I wish I could go back and convince them to change their lifestyles before its too late.