I wish I had 100 lives

I like it like this:  matchbox cars and stacks of books, too many shoes left out, theatrical music from the keyboard, costumes tried on, accepted, rejected, with  admonishment via siblings to memorize specific lines.  One boy baking or cleaning or researching and building, one girl using the oven but to bake her sculptures, a visiting grandma who makes sure you practiced your piano and brings bags of candy to share.  I like the noise.  I love the vibrant life which is always swirling, changing, and growing.  I love to stay in.  I love to go out.  I love to take them places.  I need 100 lives, I never want this one to end.

I say “no”, a lot, to so many good things.  I'm sorry when I have to do so; I don't want to disappoint anyone.

It's just that I can't keep up here, with all of the beautiful cacophony above, if I add in too much.  And the truth is, it doesn't last forever and we only get one.   I have to choose what is most important for all of us at this time.  Thank you, to all of my friends for understanding when I have to say "no."








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