Bud loves to play the “What If” game, imagining what he would do if he won the lottery. Don’t tell him, but I secretly pray that we never win the lottery. Plus, I’m pretty sure that in order to win, we have to play.
Helen did buy me a couple of scratch off tickets for Mother’s Day. I think I won $2. I also think the winning ticket is lost somewhere in the kitchen.
What if… What if we won the lottery and we had no more financial worries. We would just be trading in one set of problems for another, don’t you think? I’ll admit that it would be nice to get the front porch fixed. And I really don’t want my children graduating from college with a bunch of debt. But winning the lottery — what would that do to us?
When kids play “what if” it can get absurd. What if aliens landed in Greene? What if an elephant came running down our street?
I tend to be pretty pragmatic. I’d rather deal with what is. Yet, yesterday, I found myself going down the “what if” road. What if we had handled things differently with my mother? What if we had sought out help sooner? What if we had done work on my parents’ house to make it more liveable and practical for elderly people? What if, what if, what if.
I hate the “what if” game. “What if” denies the beauty of “what is.”
What if the doctors had been right and I hadn’t been able to have children? I can’t imagine a life without my children.
What if I had followed my dreams to become a physician? And missed out on all my cookie baking and swim lessons? God forbid!
What if we had pushed my parents to do major renovations on their house? Would the stress, turmoil, and upheaval with construction in their home have hastened her illness? Rather than look back wondering, we need to look ahead.
“What is” is beautiful. “What is” is wonderful. At times it is hard, but I have no regrets. I thank God every day for the life He has given me.