My son and I had a defining moment this week. Those moments that make you think and feel so deeply it’s almost unfathomable. You can’t explain it, really, you just know that this moment will change your life. This is exactly how I felt with my son this week.

Well, I had a moment just like that a few weeks back. My 4-year-old was driving me up the wall. He was “Tigger” personified… It was bounce, bounce here, roar, roar there… I just knew it was going to be one of THOSE days. After many warnings, I had just had enough. My voice got louder and my words got harder. Eventually sending him to his room.

And then it happened

That sinking feeling – I knew I was wrong. Then the questioning began, “Should I leave it?”, “Must I say something to my son?” Deep down, I knew what had to be done… I had to apologize (and for those who know me, admitting that I was wrong does not come naturally).

I took one step at a time, slowly making my way up the stairs, I could hear my son’s sobs and this broke my heart! As I came through the door he lifted his red, tear-stained, face. I sat next to him and slowly began to apologize for my anger and the way that I had dealt with the situation.  “Mommies can also make mistakes,” I said. “Please forgive me, I’m really sorry.” Still crying a little, he looked up at me and said, “It’s OK Mommy.” We cuddled, made up, and went downstairs for a snack.

THAT Was my defining moment.

It was a tough lesson to learn, but one well worth learning. As a parent I learned that I needed to be more thoughtful in a moment of frustration and, most of all, to never think that I am above asking my children for forgiveness.