thousand. What was Frank even singing about having a few, but too few to mention. Oh, come on now. Liar. There are those who say if they had to do life all over again, they would do it the same. Really? Should we take a poll of those who know/knew you? Dumped you? Disowned you? Okay, that’s a bit (a bit?) dramatic, but who are you to judge yourself. I know hindsight is 20/20, but I never really knew what that means for my eyes, let alone my long and boisterous life. I have a new wee wee one in my world, and I’m watching her being parented. Wonderfully, beautifully, perfectly. It got me thinking of my own parenting style, and it almost made me gasp. Not really, but I’m sure the new parents would. I was what would probably be called a free spirit. Natural births, cloth diapers (boy I regret those horrible things), nursing for months because it was wholesome, and partly sheer laziness. Not about to fix a bottle in the middle of the night. I need you to swim. A blow in the face and underwater you go. See what I’m saying here? A little loosy goosy. Because I had no family around, those babes were going everywhere. Planes, trains, automobiles. Boats, totes, and baskets on the floor. Mama needed out, and we were in it together. Just livin la vita loca. And although I probably should regret some of all that, not happening. Now there’s a whole lot more of parenting that I could give a side eye to, but let’s just leave it there. Back to regrets. Things I’ve said that were toothpaste. No going back in that tube. Choices I’ve made that seemed like a good (ish) decision at the time. How many perms did I really need? You know, the important things. I really regret not enjoying my body at many different sizes. Most of them just fine. Those muscular legs that I thought were ‘fat’ were awesome. They let me jump tall buildings at a single bound. And play sports and flip and dive and ski blah blah. Didn’t like them. Always dieting, but why? You looked great. Ok, the mullet should be a big regret. Some of this stuff of course is trivial, because that’s how I roll. There are lots-oh-things I could have done better, but probably more that could be a lot worse. I try not to dwell on regrets, because what’s the point and who gives a flying f*ck anyway. Just don’t be that person who thinks they have it all together. You don’t.