…I’d have a palate that only appreciated macaroni and cheese or spaghetti with meatballs.
…I’d think wrestling was the only way to communicate with my siblings.
…I’d have the unique ability to clog every toilet I used.
…I’d mysteriously use every spoon in the house.
…I’d never tire of the same song, same book, same story, same show, same movie no matter how many times I had heard/told/seen it.
…I’d be able to forgive before a fight was even over.
…I’d remember to find the wonder in every new experience.
…I’d rush less and take more time to smell the roses.
…I’d understand the power and comfort in goodnight and boo-boo kisses.
…I’d smile more.
…I’d worry less.
…I’d love unconditionally.
When I grow up, I want to be like my kids.