If I could turn back the hands of time…

Sometimes I wish I could go back to when I was a little girl and all was right with the world.
I’d wake up to my mom opening my curtains singing “good morning, good morning, good morning, it’s time to rise and shine, good morning, good morning, good morning I hope you’re feeling fine…”
I’d go potty and walk down the hall to the smell of churizo and eggs. I’d ask God’s blessings on my food and eat it until my tummy was content.
The biggest worry on my mind would be who I would play with and what we would play. I’d worry about which man I would be married to when we would play house (which almost always was Gopher from The Love Boat).
I would sneak out my moms pie tins and make mud pies in the back yard with my sister. They would be so beautiful. We would use flowers and sticks and leaves to decorate them and then take them to the neighbors as our gifts of love. My only heartbreak in life would be when the little old lady I made the mud pie for screamed at me to get the mud out of her house and slammed the door in my face.
But I could run home and cry to my mom and she would tell me that she thought my pie was beautiful and she would save it for all of her friends to see.
If for only one day, to wake up and not have to worry about bills or my weight, or my job, or my car breaking down, or my husband being upset with me, or my kids getting hurt, or my grandfather being so sick he can hardly walk, or my grandmother suffering heart attacks in silence or losing my favorite aunt in the whole world to kidney disease or any of the things that weigh me down in life right now.
But that’s not going to happen, so instead, I’ll wake up and open my sons blinds and sing to them “good morning, good morning, good morning, it’s time to rise and shine…” and I’ll kiss them and tell them how much I love them and I’ll feed them their favorite breakfast, German pancakes, send them off to school and thank God for all the blessings in my life. Then, while they’re at school, I’ll dig out all my old pie pans and have them ready so I can make mud pies with them when they come home from school.
I can always dream about being a little girl again, but my boys will only be boys for so long, so I’ll just enjoy my time with them and hopefully help make their dreams come true.