My son can do things I’ve told him not to do, over and over again. Once in a while, it’ll have me fuming and he’ll know he’s pushed it too far. “Sorry,” he then says. “Sorry mama.” And I tell him that it’s all right. His dark sides are safe with me, I won’t deny him nor expose him.
I always tell him though: “you wouldn’t have to say sorry if you simply didn’t do it. And if you do it too often, your sorry will feel meaningless.”
But it’s never that simple in life is it? We keep repeating the wrongs we shouldn’t be repeating. And we keep saying sorry for them. There’s one thing I should add: The sorry may start feeling meaningless to that person, but it’s not.
Fascinating post for a childless adult; the more and the better your son will know himself the less the word “sorry” will have to come out of his mouth. I should have said sorry more to my parents and still should for that matter. Forgiveness is the prerogative and probably also a duty of a parent.
A pretty interesting observation. Somehow it often breaks my heart to hear my son say sorry. He has been taught (not by me) to say sorry almost too often and I personally feel that finding the right balance of free development and knowing those true wrongs is anything but easy. I make sure that I say sorry to him whenever I feel it necessary because being able to say it is also something very important and shows trust. When I was a child I was never able to say sorry to my dad — something very telling. My boy is at an age now where he pushes his boundaries and works on developing and fine-tuning HIS way. I will always forgive him and I will always tell him sorry as easily as he will say it to me, hopefully not TOO often.