Tonight my oldest went to give my husband a hug and he almost knocked him over. My husband yelled and my oldest ran to his bed upset that he may have hurt his dad. I made my husband come in and talk to the boy. I told him that we all do things on purpose or not that we regret. If we don't face them they stick to us an we hold on to them forever. I let him in on the secret that we all do things we regret and that is part of life.
I told him about the time there was a new girl at school who was so pretty that the boy I liked started to like her instead of me. Her name was Regina. I told a few kids her name was pronounced Ra gina. Like it rhymes with vagina. Even some teachers started calling her that. I just told a few people but it really blew up. I still feel bad about that.
It is crazy. I bet that she never thinks of it but I still feel bad about those few days even now. The whole rubber and glue rigmarole. Growing up is hard. Hurting someone, weather you mean to or not, leaves a mark. So take care how you treat others and yourself.
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