I'm not so proud that I can't say I'm sorry. I hate it when I act poorly..."Badly done, Emma, badly done." (Thank you, Jane Austen).
Yesterday I wrote and delivered this note:
Dear: (insert child's name here),
I'm sorry that I let my hurt feelings get in the way of being a loving mother. I'm grateful that you are in my life and that I get to kiss you good night and blow dry your hair in morning. I love you!
Love,
Mom
