There are times I have to ask one of my children to forgive me. It’s one of the most important things I can do as their mother. Like the other day when Anna cut open a bag of dish candy. In the middle of the bag. Where there is no hope for closing it without candy spilling out everywhere. I was upset. My response was unnecessarily harsh. And, my usually tough little girl ran to her room in tears.
I was wrong.
I entered her bedroom and held her. I asked her to forgive me and told her she was the best daughter in the whole wide world.
Then, I told her I was wrong to respond the way I did.
She needed to hear me acknowledge my behavior was wrong as much as she needed to hear me say I’m sorry.
Honestly, I don’t find it difficult admitting my weakness to my children. I don’t want them to struggle doing the same. I want them to find it easy to go their heavenly Father and lay down their weaknesses at His feet, so He can show Himself strong in their lives.
Motherhood is not foolproof. Neither is life. When we mess up, it’s essential to acknowledge it and make a mends with the person we hurt. Even if it is your four year old little girl.
It’s not the first time I’ve had to say I was wrong. And, it’s certain it won’t be my last.
I’m a believer in telling our children we are wrong when we are, indeed, wrong. As a matter of fact, I think it’s essential in raising children with a healthy understanding of humility and forgiveness.
Do you struggle saying “I was wrong” to your children?
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