Without dragging this out, I had to make an apology to my ten-year-old last night. I asked his forgiveness and he told me of course he forgives me, and still loves me just as much.
I let him know that I appreciated how he understood that I’m just a regular person like anyone else, someone who does things wrong and makes mistakes and has to figure out how to fix them as best I can.
He said, “That’s okay, Mom. We all make mistakes – we are all the same.”
Then he hugged me, and while he was holding me he said “And it’s nice that we are all different, too.”