January 30, 2015
Ever have the “I shoulda, coulda, wouldas?” They can kill you! If they don’t kill you, they certainly can make you wish you were dead. The “shoulda, coulda, wouldas” serve no purpose. You can’t change the past.
When a baby is born and I go to the hospital, I tell the mother that her giving birth laid a heavy burden on her shoulders. I explain that, once a woman becomes a mother, she becomes responsible for everything in the world. When men become dads, they don’t take on that awesome responsibility.
A father is programmed to say, “It is what it is. We did our best.” A mother, to say, “If only we had . . .” A mother will take responsibility for all the ills in the world as she plays the “I shoulda, coulda, wouldas” game. It’s a tough game to play and leads to regrets and sorrow. It’s a game you can’t win.
In life, the best you can do is to study your choices carefully and then decide on your best option. When looking back over your life, half of your best decisions will probably prove to be terrible.
If you are a woman, you’ll play the “I shoulda, coulda, wouldas” game and you’ll lose. If you are a man, you’ll play the “It is what it is” game and walk away relatively unscathed.
I’m glad I’m a man!