A few things about which I was really, very, extremely – but not irreversibly – wrong over the years:
- Mrs. Brady’s shag haircut was not cute on an 11-year old girl.
- 6th grade boys are not that impressed by 6th grade girls who know more about football than they do (wish I had figured that one out sooner.)
- Wedding dresses reminiscent of Scarlett O’Hara, requiring a hoop skirt the size of a single car garage, would not prove to be timeless. Neither would permed hair.
- Sometimes winning is everything.
- In terms of time: quality is not a synonym for quantity.
- A lighter diaper bag is not more functional than a well-stocked one.
- A staycation is not nearly as cool as an actual vacation.
- It is not easier letting go of a girl going to college than it was to let go of a girl getting married.
- Tess’s hair did not turn blonde.
- Whitney’s hair did not turn brown.
- My boy is not harder to communicate with than my girls.
- My husband does not hate tuna sandwiches (I don’t know why I thought that before we got married.)
- God’s love is not conditional on my ability to receive or understand it.
- Grace is not weak. Nor is it earned.
- ALS does not represent the end to all vision, purpose or happiness.
- Joy and sorrow are not mutually exclusive emotions; neither are faith and sorrow (and that’s okay).
There, I said it. I was wrong.
Glad to stand corrected,