My two year old is now three and continues to provide me with things to write about. I was trying to get my house ready for my tea party and was working on cleaning the living room when a projectile intercepted my leg. Feeling a bit stressed, I was more than a little annoyed at the brief pain I felt.
"Owww!" I said, looking for the source of my discomfort.
My son immediately said, "I'm sorry, mom!"
I hadn't noticed his playing in the room that I was trying to clean, but this brought the situation to my attention and I called my husband's name, hoping to get him to come and redirect my son's playing to another room.
My son burst into tears, ran to me and threw his arms around my legs, crying, "I said I'm sorry, mom, I said I'm sorry!"
He thought I had called his dad out to punish him, since I hadn't acknowledged his apology. I gave him some hugs and attention for a few minutes and sent him elsewhere to play. The heartache and time I could have saved by responding when he apologized to me, but really, this precious memory is priceless.
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