I am SO, SO, SO very sorry. I am sorry for every whine when you would try to brush my hair. I am sorry for every time I spit out something that you had made for me to eat. I am sorry for any public meltdowns that you may have had to endure (although, obviously, I DO not remember EVER acting that way, really, that could totally have been my sister, your memory might be slipping...)
I am sorry for every time I ever said that I didn't love you, I know now how heart-turning and gut-wrenching it is to hear your child say these words. I am so sorry. I am sorry for that time in Kindergarten that I told my friends that my mother had popcorn teeth. I really had no idea what I was saying then.
I am sorry for all of the slammed doors and sass. I am sorry if I ever physically hurt you. (Again, I don't think that that could have been me, but, just in case).
I am sorry that I was not more appreciative of your "squishy belly", gray hairs, and stretch marks. I am sorry for every time that I tried to point them out (to friends and strangers).
I know now. Oh, boy, do I know. And I could never be anymore sorry.
The mother of your 4-year-old granddaughter
|So much attitude in such a little package|