I have vivid memories of my mom apologizing to me growing up and it's a powerful picture in my mind. I'm their mom. I'm in charge. But today I was wrong and they needed to know. It was a humbling moment. I mess up a lot as a mom. Sometimes I have no sweet clue what I'm doing and I get it wrong. Sometimes I'm selfish and impatient. I'm thankful that they don't hold it against me. I want to be a family that is quick to apologize and quick to forgive. We're working on it!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Those are hard words for me to say sometimes. We've been teaching the boys that after a time out they need to say sorry to us, or apologize to each other for fighting or hitting but today it was my turn. After a morning at my parents we were a little late getting home for a lunch. Getting the boys from the van, inside has been a struggle lately and usually results in me picking up a struggling toddler and shutting the door. After I won the battle somehow I needed to make a quick lunch with two needy, whining, tired boys on my hands. No easy task. I lost my cool. I was frustrated and I let my anger out on them. So, while sitting on the bed reading stories before nap I knew I needed to apologize. I explained how I was feeling and with tears in my eyes, I told them I was sorry. Yes, I know that they are two, but I think they understand a lot and it was the right thing to do. I don't think they quite got it as they started apologizing to me. I tried to tell them it was mommy who was apologizing to them, but after some hugs and kisses it didn't quite matter anymore. Grace was given.