Sorry is a really small word and one that can be tossed around, often without thought, as a quick fix.
Recently, as I've mentioned before, Isobel has been a bit of a pickle and she has started apologising for her behaviour.
I often hear 'sorry mummy'.
Now, I know I should be pleased that she apologises and, that it is quite valid that I feel a little disappointed that it has been necessary (disappointed in both her and in me).
The thing is it actually gives me the fear. Maybe I feel like I am always apologising for being me; perhaps I remember that feeling if knowing that I have disappointed someone who I just want to love me; or maybe it's because I want Isobel to know my unconditional love.
Or maybe I do just want her to be good.
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