Today we had a stressful short period of time where typically-sweet Meredith showed her ugly sin nature and was really mean to both me and Clara. It resulted in several disciplinary actions but I felt like there was no good resolution.
About ten minutes after the storm ended, Meredith meekly came up to me and handed me a sheet of paper with a handwritten note.
“MOME. IM SORE FOR BN BAD MOME.”
Translation: “Mommy. I’m sorry for being bad, mommy.”
I’ve taught Meredith how to read. Now I need to teach her how to spell. But what is more important than either of those things is the development of her inward character. I was very touched by her true attitude of repentance.
How could I not instantly forgive and love her after a note like that?
I tell my kids a lot that, although I expect them to be good, I will love them no matter what they do. Always. Period. Some days unconditional love is harder than others. But I think one of the biggest blessings of family is being part of a group of people where you are able to repeatedly fail, be forgiven, and be loved no matter what.