When I was four...

my mom was pregnant with my sister. One night I was having a fit; probably not unlike one or two that Steve has had and I almost hit my mom. Dad caught this and was none too happy…the conversation when something like this…

Dad: “Hey, You need to calm down and apologize to your mother or go to your room”
Me….I went to my room.
Dad was crushed. His sweet little girl who never liked to get people angry, who always listened when dad spoke …..just turned and went to her room and did not tell her mother she was sorry.
Mom:”Honey, do you think maybe it is just that she doesn’t know what ‘apologize’ means?”
Dad: “oh…maybe not”
Dad:”Kylee can you come out here please”
Me:I quietly, sheepishly walk out to my dad.
Dad:”Do you know what apologize means”
Me: shaking my head no, pouting, looking very sad
Dad:”It means to tell your mother you are sorry”
Me: give my mom a big hug “mommy I am sorry”...

When he tells the story I still feel the disappoinment and then the relief he felt as this event transpired.....it still pains me to see disappointment in their eyes..but I hope that my child feels the love from me that I have have always felt from my parents.