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Oh, I'm Sorry, Sir

This is a lovely story I got from a dear friend of mine about a mother, a child and a little event that changed her perspective about family life.

 

At the end of the story I wrote my own conclusions and insights about the subject, along with a personal recommendation from me to you.

 

Enjoy reading,

 

Meir Ezra

 

This morning I bumped into a stranger while he was walking next to me in the street. My reaction was, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir".

 

He said, "Please, excuse me, Madam. I didn't see you."

 

The stranger and I were very polite. We said goodbye and went our own way.

 

Later that day I was cooking dinner when my son stood next to me without saying a word.

 

When I turned around to take something out from the refrigerator I almost pushed him. "Move away, you're disturbing me", I said in anger.

 

He walked away as his little heart was broken. I didn't realize I was talking very severely.

 

In the evening I couldn't sleep. As I was lying awake in bed, a peaceful voice came to me and said:

 

"Today you used basic courtesy with a complete stranger. But with your beloved family you were disrespectful.

 

"If you go and look at the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers near the door.

 

"These are some flowers that your son gave you.

 

"He picked them by himself especially for you: pink, yellow and blue. He stood quietly because he didn't want to ruin the surprise. He was waiting until you'll finish in order to give them to you as a gift.

 

"You didn't even see the tears that filled his little eyes."

 

Suddenly I felt very small and tears dripped on my cheeks.

 

I got up and went to the kitchen. I saw the flowers on the floor and picked them up.

 

After that I entered my son's room quietly and sat by his bed, "Wake up, my little boy, wake up." I asked him, "Are these the flowers you chose for me?"

 

He wiped his eyes and smiled, "I found them near the tree. I took them because they're beautiful just like you. I knew you'll love them, especially the blue one."

 

I cried and said, "My son, I'm very sorry about the way I behaved earlier today; I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that."

 

He said, "Mom, that's fine. I love you no matter what."

 

I said, "My son, I love you too and I love the flowers, especially the blue one."

 

I hugged him like I have never hugged him before and he fell asleep in my arms with a smile on his face.

 

This is the story.

 

This is what I have to say – think about it:

 

The story isn't about the flowers at all. They are the bonus in the story. They just add some color.

 

How many times you saw a mother or a father allowing themselves to yell at their child in a way they will NEVER allow themselves to yell at a stranger?

 

What about insulting?

 

Talking impatiently?

 

Sarcastically?

 

Blaming without even listening to what their angel has to tell them?

 

Punishing?

 

Getting angry?

 

It is forbidden to pick wildflowers, isn't it?

 

And you can pick the soul of your own child?

 

Not at all!

 

"You must not hurt your own children; even if they are yours."

 

Because first of all, they are independent human beings and most of all, they belong to themselves.

 

Just as you would not hurt a stranger – you must not hurt them.

 

The fact that physically they are closer, more available, weaker, they are at a disadvantage compared with you (as the provider of most of their needs) and most of all, forgive you for anything you do against them – doesn't give you a permission to hurt them.

 

On the contrary!

 

To conclude… this is a little word play that your child asked me to write for you:

 

Do you know what the abbreviation of the word 'family' is?

 

FAMILY = (F)ather (A)nd (M)other (I)i (L)ove (Y)ou

 

Now, instead of keep staring at the screen (but only after you do "share" and "like" J), it is the right time to go to each one of your angels and tell them: "I love you too".

 

And at the same time you can add a bonus kiss.


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