I’m revisiting earlier lessons from my blog, and here’s a meditative list I could still say, with near accuracy, five years later in asking for my son’s forgiveness. I’m very grateful he’s putting on his own seat belt though:
- Not understanding those things I think only you, your angels, and God can understand
- Keeping you strapped into your car seat when all those tears fell, asking to be freed
- Making you eat more than sweet potatoes and beans
- Being less than patient and for moving too quickly more times than I’ve slowed down
- Letting your mother make you wear shoes that were too small
- Raising my voice and thinking that it would help you understand an instruction
- Not forgiving the way you do, quickly and effortlessly
- Leaving you in the room with all those relatives you didn’t know in Alabama that day
- All those pictures we took
- Having strong opinions…about everything
- Not finding more ways to put you into the hands of people who love you well and consistently
- The mistakes you’ll notice that I won’t
- Being angry with you when you were really really little because you cried more than I knew to expect when we brought you home
- The times I said you were a “miracle from the Lord” because it was true but didn’t really treat you that way
- Failing to love your mother as much as possible to the best of my ability
- My dullness when I was tired and too exhausted to enjoy your excitement about some random thing
- Overlooking all those moments when you were trying to get me to see something I was too busy to notice
- Not listening
- Teaching you things by my example and my words which were wrong
- For keeping this list so short.