From the moment a child enters the world, the experience can feel like a chaotic film shoot, where every misstep is caught on camera. After a particularly firm reprimand in the car today, I turned to my sister beside me and said in a hushed tone, “I truly don’t know what I’m doing!” Nevertheless, I excel in one area: offering apologies. Whether it’s due to the guilt of balancing work and motherhood, raising my voice, or unintentionally nudging my child aside (with no malice intended), I’ve learned to crouch down and sincerely say, “Mommy is sorry.” Acknowledging my shortcomings is vital, and it’s time to address some of the lost joys I owe apologies to.
Dear Breasts,
My lovely companions, remember the joy we shared when you filled out beautifully? That moment of fullness was a highlight for sure. Yet, once the demands of nurturing took over, our dreams of perky days faded. I apologize for prioritizing sustenance over that fleeting moment of excitement. You deserve recognition, so how about we take a trip to the store together? It may not be a return to our former glory, but we can still have a delightful outing.
Dear Television Shows Post-2010,
I apologize for my failure to engage with you, despite constant reminders from friends and media about your brilliance. Yes, I’ve missed out on series that are supposedly life-altering, like “Big Little Lies” and “The Crown.” But rest assured, I plan to catch up when technology allows me to binge-watch directly into my brain.
Dear Memory,
I owe you an apology. (Pauses.) What were we discussing again?
Dear Car Floor,
I sincerely apologize. The debris accumulating daily is overwhelming, as I seem unable to keep pace with the crumbs generated by my child. I can’t even remember the original color of your carpet. One day, I promise to restore you to your former state.
Dear Magazines,
I see you lying there, filled with captivating content. I haven’t forgotten you, though it may be a while before I can even glance at your covers. Perhaps moving you to the bathroom will give me a chance to enjoy your insights, even if it takes years for the fashion advice to become relevant again.
Dear Childless Friends,
I apologize for my tendency to repeat stories, struggling to recall who I’ve shared them with. If you were present during the original tale, I am doubly sorry. I may exaggerate to compensate for my shortcomings, but I assure you, I’m just a storyteller trying to navigate this chaotic journey.
Dear Sleep,
You are the love I’ve neglected. I regret not fighting harder to keep you in my life. My dream of reconnecting with you remains strong, and one day, perhaps we will reunite.
Dear Spouse’s Interests,
I would apologize but, let’s be honest, this situation is largely your doing.
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In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with love and challenges, and offering apologies is part of acknowledging our imperfections. Embracing these moments allows us to grow and move forward as parents.