Three little words…

Anonymous contributor..

Truth is something we can never truly understand beyond our own experience.

 The Power of apology. I Remember the day she apologised I was overcome with joy and relief to know she would understand the power of forgiveness. She would understand the freedom of saying " I am sorry" letting go of anger and experiencing the deepening of a relationship restored through truth.

As a mum I experienced relief and reassurance that I had done the right thing by " holding my ground", but the journey to that point was anything but fun!

The temptation to push for an apology by making things harder, giving the silent treatment, responding in anger and threats to the cry's of " I hate it here", "I am never coming back", was forever knocking at the door of my patience.

Holding my tongue, Holding ground on the punishment ( the only one given) and continuing with our interactions as normal, never ignoring what had happened but not keeping it " live" beyond confirming the consequence was still in effect. It was hard never knowing if the apology would come and if the relationship would survive.

She was leaving again, still nothing, her dad was out at the car waiting and she uttered the words " I am sorry", the look in her eyes the expression on her face told me that she meant what she had said and she had just learnt the power of apology. I cried and told her how proud I was.

That day the gift she gave has more meaning than she can ever understand. She confirmed for me that sometimes, just sometimes amongst all the parental stuff ups, I could get things right. She helped a small part of me to believe that I could do this parenting gig.

Thank you, sweetheart for your gift and I hope that you will carry the power of apology always.