I have made many mistakes and no doubt will make more before I die. When I have seen pain, when I have found that my ineptness has caused displeasure, I have learned to accept my responsibility and to forgive myself first, then to apologize to anyone injured by my misreckoning. Since I cannot un-live history, and repentance is all I can offer God, I have hopes that my sincere apologies were accepted. – Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
I was kinda in a foul mood yesterday and the day before. Nothing happened actually and that made me wonder as why was i acting badly.
I must do more soul searching then.
Anyway, yesterday i decided to help Umar with his revision. I found out later that patience isn’t my virtue. Poor kids.
One got scolded because he didn’t have the confidence to answer my questions. (I’d prefer people to answer my questions, even if it is wrong, the confidence is what i seek).
The other boy got spanked for crying aloud. All he wanted was to be breastfed.
And the little girl wasn’t spared just because she disturbed us all by playing with the lamp switch.
Poor babies. Bad mother.
This is my apology. Please forgive me.