One day, I went home after a tiresome workday. I want to relax and regain my energy for a business meeting after dinner.
It's great to see our kids playing at home. After a little while, the kids were arguing with each other. I got irritated with the noise. I shouted, scolded them.
So angry that by the time I left home for the meeting, I said to my kids, no hugs, no goodbye kiss. Then, I left.
I broke the rules. We taught our kids to hug, to kiss, to say I love you every time we go out from the house. I broke the ritual.
Riding a motorela going to the meeting the angry feeling that consumed me, slowly subsided.
And I realized, I was wrong. I hurt my kids and myself.
At the meeting. I can't focus, I'm not at ease. I can't listen well. I asked myself, what if I die now? What if I die on the road going home after the meeting? It will not be a good ending story between me and my kids. It will not be a happy ending.
Right then, I pulled out my cellphone and called out our kids at home and said sorry to them. Sorry mga anak, papa was wrong. Forgive me, I love you.
After our conversation over the phone, I felt relieved, I felt light from the heaviness I was carrying from my wrong action.
I realized, I was not only hurting my kids but I was also hurting myself. I can't move on, I can't focus because of what I did.
Friends, it's not too late to say sorry. It's not too late to say sorry to your love one, to a dear friend.
Nurture the relationship. Nourish the love.
Photo credits:
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A little boy couldn't understand why his mother was crying. She couldn't explain the reason to her son, whom she felt was too young to comprehend the occurrences which made her sad. Hearing no reply from his mom, the son simply hugged his mother. The boy grasped his mother's pain beyond words. He was tuned in to the language of the heart.
