ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
Friday, June 3, 2011
I'm sorry
Sweet Atrain, sometimes sorry isn’t enough; like when it’s said while you’re hitting your mom, thrashing your body against the floor, and wailing about forewarned consequences. Sorry is a magic word, but not magical enough to get you back into the pool. You still have to sit on time out. I know; I hate it too. I really, really do. It would have been a lot easier to just lazily ignore your repeat-offender misdeeds tonight; not that you’re a bad boy, you’re not. You’re an incredibly good boy—the best. But everyone makes bad choices. And when we make bad choices we get bad consequences. You know that. We talk about it a lot, but the things in your head will never sink into your heart unless you do them (or in this case, have them done to you). That’s just the way it is. I’m sorry.
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Disciplining is one of the worst parts of a mom's job. humph.
ReplyDeleteMaybe Mack and Atrain are cousins. And, the tender hearts of their mothers must be intertwined.
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