Today’s #bloganuary prompt: What is something you wish you knew how to do.
There are so many things I don’t know how to do, but I know that with a little practice, a little effort, or a little study, I could do pretty much anything I set my mind to.
To say things like, I wish I could snowboard, I wish I could make a Yorkshire pudding that doesn’t remain flat as a pancake, or I wish I could publish a book, all seems a bit like whinging. I can do all of those things with a little bit of practice, motivation and opportunity…
So upon reading this writing prompt, I sat down and really thought about all the things I wish I could do, which really are quite impossible.
I wish I could fly … yeh there’s that but to be quite honest, my arms would start to hurt and I’d probably plummet to earth in mere moments. So probably not that…
I wish I could see the future … but there’s the whole “If you focus too much on what lies ahead, you’ll miss what’s happening right now” thing.
I wish I could surf… yep, sounds like one of those “with a little practice and opportunities” thing but let’s be real… the ocean is terrifying, I hate being underwater and I’ve got the upper body strength of a kitten. So…definitely not that.
To be honest, I wish I could travel through time.
I wish I could revisit those moments that I took for granted, thinking things would always just be the same and that the people I love, and loved, would forever be there. And I wish I could drop in every so often for a cuppa with mum, Sunday dinner or a visit with friends, and be back in time for work on Monday.
I firmly believe that the moments, the people, the mistakes and the embarrassing things that have happened are all part of the fabric of my life. Regrets are not worth the trouble. I wouldn’t be where I am today, if all the things I’ve said and done had never happened. And for the most part, I wouldn’t change my life at all. My wee family is my world and every decision I’ve made to this point, has brought me here, to this moment, with them.
So let’s imagine for a moment, to when would I go?
Gazing up into the bright blue eyes of the man holding her in his strong arms, humming “Hey, Jude” and giving her some warm milk to drink. This man, was her everything. Her heart knew she was home as he rocked her in the wee hours of the morning, fighting to stay awake and to not drop her onto the cold bathroom floor. This man would love and protect her for all of his days.
I obviously don’t remember those times with Dad. After all, I was just a wee bubs. But oh how I wish I could just have a glimpse of those early moments in our lives.
The soft morning sun warmed the kitchen. She eagerly picked up her thick slice of toast slathered in butter and brown sugar. Only Nanny would ever let her have toast with brown sugar for breakfast. She listened as her grandmother wove stories of growing up in England, living through the London Blitz and risking it all for a better life in Canada.
Her stories were full of unique characters and humour that made what must have been some very difficult times, seem warm and entertaining. Whether at the kitchen table, or on the front porch, Nanny always had a silly song or entertaining story to tell. I cherished those times and it never occurred to me that one day she would be gone and those stories would fade over time; the details hazy.
The wee Colt hatchback shivered and shimmied it’s way up the icy roads, it’s back seat weighed down with skis, poles and boots. Katrina and the Waves were walking on sunshine and butterflies were dancing in her stomach. She was always nervous before a ski lesson, but Dad insisted she had a real talent that she should build on… and he’d buy her a hot chocolate and fries in the chalet afterward.
Some of my best conversations were with Dad as we rode the lifts together. At the time, it never occurred to me that one day we wouldn’t be able to anymore. Now as I drift down the hills, I find myself listening for the whoops, hollers and cheers of my biggest fan, but they too have faded into the past.
Gosh it disturbs me to see you Gaston,
Looking so down in the dumps.
Every guy here’d love to be you Gaston,
Even when taking your lumps….
She and her mum could hardly continue the silly song because she had snarfed her tea out of her nose, and they ended up doubled up with laughter, while Dad looked on in bemused bewilderment.
I miss my mum. I’d give anything to be doubled up with laughter, singing silly songs, having fisticuffs over baking Christmas cookies and making what we thought were hilarious comments during the newscast and whisper-giggling while Dad glared at us from the couch.
There are so many memories, so many people and places that I would love to catch a glimpse of once again, like Ebenezer Scrooge looking back on his Christmas past.
Please bear with me as I just wipe the tears from my cheeks as I drift down memory lane for a few minutes…
All of those memories and more are what colour the landscape of where I’ve been and have shaped who I’m becoming.
It’s the little moments that I continue to miss being so far away, and now being held back by current world events, that I really need some time travel skills for.
Our life in Japan is good. My kids are healthy and happy. Hubs and I still deeply love each other and have become a team in raising these wee heathens. We have good jobs and are adulting really well.
But jeez I’d love a roast beef dinner followed by sitting around the dining table, sipping after dinner likeyooouares with Uncle Geoff, mum and dad.
I’d love a pub night with my brother and sister.
I’d love to give my best girls the biggest hugs and then get really drunk together, reminiscing about old boyfriends in Donald Duck costumes and no parents allowed camping trips.
I’d love to drop by Mum and Dad’s for a cuppa. Dad’s not so good now. I’d like to be there to ease my Mum’s burden and to catch the moments of lucidity with Dad, which are becoming fewer and further between.
And when Thing One and Thing Two start asking me to take them to Nanny and Grandpa’s house, I would love to be able to say Get in the time machine and put your seatbelts on.
And I’d like to be able to do all that, and be back in time to put the kids to bed.