“Yes, Mother. I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me.”
I was informed by R that I am not a math whiz, as evidenced by the three mistakes on her math homework, courtesy of this transcriber. I tried to explain that I wasn’t actually doing the homework for her, just writing down her own answers. She was not convinced. I finally gave up and said I was sorry. I think this is going to be a long eight weeks.
Even in my flawed state, I make a practice of apologizing early and often to my kids when I speak harshly or act out of anger. That was the case yesterday when we were running late and I raised my voice at S to get her moving. I told her I was sorry for it and asked her to forgive me. Then I silently congratulated myself on how this is teaching her to take responsibility for her actions, how to meaningfully apologize, show remorse, etc. Little did I know that this would come back to bite me in less than 24 hours.
This morning, after misbehaving then saying she was sorry for it, S asked me “What would YOU like to say now Mommy?” Then she patiently waited for me to apologize. To her. For punishing her. For something she did wrong. Either her reasoning is messed up, or she’s the dang smartest three year old I’ve ever met.