Today I yelled at my kids. It happens. Some days it happens more often than others.
I was trying to get them dressed so we could bring a ham to Opa & Nana’s house before our family dinner celebrating Jesus’ resurrection tonight. I had asked Ewan so many times to change his shirt, to finish getting dressed. But he gets distracted.
Eventually I snapped. I yelled. I yelled how I just wanted him to put his clean shirt on and I just wanted to get Gwyn dressed and then we could go.
You know what he did?
Not only did he immediately go grab his clean shirt while I started to get his sister dressed, as he was doing it, he said, “I’m sorry Mom.”
He’s 3.
And even though this only happened a few hours ago, the moment is already fuzzy in my mind. But these important bits, I remember.
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He said, “I’m sorry. I forgive you, Mom.”
My daughter, who can’t talk yet, waddled over to me, offering a hug of forgiveness too. And then Ewan hugged me. And I thanked them for forgiving me and for helping me out.
And inside, I was crying. And blown away. And astonished at the strength of their character shining through.
I am far from perfect. I mess up a lot. And the kids know that when time-out happens, it’s so we can all calm down and talk to each other properly again. And that makes it all okay. And we apologize. And we forgive. And we love.
Despite the moments when I think I’m failing, those glimpses of the character that me, my husband, and our “village” instill in our children will shine through.
Take the time to apologize, forgive, explain why you sometimes get sad or mad and how sometimes you need to take a time out too. Not just to your kids. Talk to your partner, your friends, your family, your co-workers. Part of being human is making mistakes. Give a little grace to each other.
