Humble Pie

Ingredients:
1 Human (size may vary)
1 cup Anger
1 cup disappointment
1 cup fear
1 cup exhaustion 
5 cups bad attitude
1 Apologetic Mother

Blend ingredients in small brain.  Blend then toss!  Served best ... never?  (lol)

It's a good thing I was hungry because I just got served a nice, ole slice of humble pie.  (lol)

Although my daughter and I have some serious and boundary issues we need to work through, I felt like a complete, utter ___ last night as my daughter shared some results following her surgery.  The actual surgery went well (she's home and resting as comfortably as she can.) but the outcome was not good.

As my daughter sat there and cried, I held her, tried to listen to and comfort her.  Most importantly, encourage her.  All the while kicking myself for being so angry with her prior to surgery.  I was the worst Mother yesterday posting some of what I said.  

I can't really apologize to her because if I did, my family would know about my blog and, a few (including my daughter) would snoop, use what I say against me and/or demand I shut it down.  (This has happened before.)  So ... since I can't say it to her, I can say it here.

I am so sorry I let my anger and hurt get the best of me!

I was extremely hurt when my daughter didn't include me in the surgical part but, when she got home ... Gone were the angry words of the day before.  Gone was the resentment.  Gone was the tension.  She needed love, support and lots of encouragement as she dealt with this unexpected blow.  Not the angry woman who wrote the prior post.  

My humble pie was watching her in pain.  Lesson served.  I mean learned.  Be careful what you say and, check your emotions before speaking!  

~ Making Lemonade (actually, she wants tacos at the moment so we're off to fry meat.)  lol



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