Tonight I had to apologize to Man-Child.
I said something that, apparently, wasn't very nice (it was funny in my head, I swear! Although he didn't think so).
So, I did. I apologized. I informed him that I was in the wrong, inappropriate and not very nice.
He graciously accepted the apology. (He doesn't hold grudges like I do, thank goodness!)
Through Man-Child's short life, I've had to apologize more than once, unfortunately, because every once in a while that filter from brain to mouth doesn't quite work as it should.
But tonight I realized - I never received an apology from my parents - for anything. EVER. Even when they were GLARINGLY in the wrong (emmmm, no - I don't hold grudges. Okay. Yes, maybe I do).
So, by this logic - that we (as parents) admit when we are in the wrong thus teaching our children to do the same - theoretically, the world should be a much nicer place - right?
Apparently, it's not working; i.e. the interactions I've had with other people in the past few days.