You might have some big plans for Memorial Day Weekend…headed to the beach or a barbecue…

I’m trying to come up with some plans…but also trying to figure out a way to explain the day to my kids, the real reason why they have a day off of school.

You know we used to live just outside of Washington D.C.  And I remember driving into the city, for parades, to a museum, or to pick up family at the airport, and on the way we would pass the Pentagon, pass by Arlington National Cemetary, and I’m embarrassed to say it became normal to drive by a sea of white crosses, like we were passing the mall. 

I wish I could back and now and every time we drove by explain to the kids that it was because of those white crosses, each life, sacrificed for their freedom.  

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You often hear people say, If I could do it over again, I would do it so differently.

Maybe it’s about your teenage years, college, marriage, or raising kids.

I don’t know about you, but I want to learn from those lessons now, before I make the mistake. 

So when I saw this thing about what Grandmother’s say they would go back and differently.  I printed it out.  I’m going to post it at my fridge, so maybe some of these lessons you and I won’t have to learn the hard way.

Specifically about raising a family…

I would stop and read to and with them a lot more often and would enjoy simple times, like tending a garden, rather than resenting the request as an intrusion in the list of things I needed to get done.

I would have more humor in my home. Humor is like flour in a recipe and it brings it all together.

I would share the love of the Lord and not just the rules of good behavior. I think I often confused compliance with understanding.

I'd be patient and make pleasant memories with my children so they wouldn't remember all the times I was in a hurry, or mad, or unhappy and discontent. Instead they'd remember a mom who was patient, kind, and loving with them.

During the teen years I was dealing with disrespect or being ignored, and I allowed that to stifle me. I wish I had gone into their rooms then at bedtime and told them how much I loved them, asked how I could pray, and hugged them.

“Run and play with your kids. Be a child again. Your dirty house will be there tomorrow, but the children will soon be gone."

What would you go back and do differently?

Source:  http://www.familylife.com/articles/topics/parenting/essentials/mothers/if-i-could-be-a-young-mom-again