Let’s talk a little bit about guilt. I don’t mean the O.J. Simpson kind of guilt, but the kind you carry around with you. Self-imposed guilt, let’s call it.
I’ve got a bit of it knocking around. Occasionally it will rear its ugly head, and I’ll have to do something to rectify the guilt so as to loosen the knot in the pit of my belly. Guilt can be an ugly, ugly thing if it’s left to its own devices.
Take, for example, this ugliness:
I never talked much about how “the trip” came about, because I didn’t want my 4 year old to ever get the impression that it was somehow her fault. That her getting out of bed repeatedly, and me having to go in there and take away her books, and thus walk around her room in the dark, was the cause of my fall. And subsequently, the cause of the blood all over her floor, followed by her daddy cussing in front of her for the first time and her Mommy being rushed to the emergency room.
Are you following?
Yesterday, she walked up to me and said, “I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m sorry I pushed the ball at you when I was mad, and I’m sorry you fell.”
How heavy was the weight that came off of her tiny shoulders when she confessed?
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That says a lot about your daughter that she confessed. It breaks my heart when I see true remorse in my kids, but I still need to punish them.
And ouch! That looks painful.
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I started college with two black eyes for having the rear of a van dropped on my face.
My daughter often confesses her sins. It shows character.
Oh, sweet baby. That would break my heart – I’m glad she let it go. It’s amazing to see what they are thinking sometimes.
Oh wow, what a post. I can only imagine that little soul weighed down with that all this time. What a relief.
AND you know you at least know there is no ghost out to get you in your house.
Wow, wow, WOW. WOW.
Whoooooaa.
The little ones think and think and think and then BLAMMO they totally hit you with something. Amazing.
Ohhhh, my heart is breaking for both of you. What a sweet girl and you’re a sweet mom for keeping it secret.
Btw, I, too, wore glasses all of my life (lasik!) and had big, frizzy, curly hair (product and hair dryer). I totally get ya.