Apology

If we were having coffee I would tell you that I once again take part in a basic blogging  course once more using a prompt Apology

I want to apologize for…..

  • I drove away to a gym lesson while you my oldest boy, seven years old, ran along the pavement crying. You didn’t want to be left with your father and younger siblings. I could not sacrifice that chance for exercise.
  • I didn’t know that you my daughter five years old had lost your way in the woods around our home in Sweden. You called “Mother” and I didn’t hear you. You screamed “Jesus” and somehow you luckily found your way back !
  • I sent you my second eldest son, eleven years old, on a train to Norway to be on holiday with a kind person who had invited you. It was at a time years before mobile phones were available for a family like ours. The tour ended up successfully.
  • I worked long hours and you, all four children were on your own for too many hours.

Outside our house in Sweden

9 Comments »

  1. I’m sure that we could all spend months, if not years, trying to re-write (or “re-right”) the wrongs (or at least “less-than-bests” that we did (thought we did or were perceived to have done)… it’s often really a bad case of mental gymnastics. Once again, great transparency Maria!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s