Apologies are the mainstay of my parenting. I fuck up all the time. And then I apologise. And then I hope like hell that I don’t do it again, that I haven’t totally screwed my kids up for life, and that they won’t need therapy to get over my appalling mothering.

I wrote a blog post a while back, which I haven’t published (yet) about how very frustrated I get when someone raises their hand to silence me. It was an impassioned plea to men everywhere to stop fucking doing it to women.

Well, the other day I raised my hand to silence my son and thought, “Oh, fuck.” And then I have been keeping tabs on how often I tell him to be quiet, or stop talking, or not bring that up in front of his sister, or not to wind his sister up, or just don’t talk to me while I concentrate on… and I do it A LOT.

So, tonight, lying in bed, after asking both my children to be quiet so that we could go to sleep, I rolled over and softly spoke to my son. I said, “I’m really sorry – I’ve noticed that I tell you to be quiet A LOT, and I don’t like that I’m doing it.” I gave him some space and he said, “YES! you do! and it’s really annoying and sometimes I have really good ideas and you tell me to be quiet and tell you later BUT THEN I FORGET!” and then I said, “I’m really sorry. I’m going to be making sure that I don’t do that as much anymore, ok?”

And he said, “That’s ok Mama.”

And just like that he forgave me and trusts that I’ll do my best to do better.

So, apologies. Parents’ greatest tool since forever.

One thought on “Apologies

Add yours

  1. Oh, this is lovely. I need to try to do better at that as well – I often ask for quiet because the talk is CONSTANT, and yet my son is just trying to tell me (in immense detail) about whatever he’s particularly interested in at the moment.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: