tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post4935972051889227128..comments2024-01-17T02:39:06.048-05:00Comments on rude truth: the redemptive pleasure of being wrongJJThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14920416765778868736noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12478084.post-46671354596854262582010-06-26T16:47:19.016-05:002010-06-26T16:47:19.016-05:00I'm a recovering bad apologizer. I think I'...I'm a recovering bad apologizer. I think I've spent the better part of my life being one of "those" people. When I did apologize, it was usually phrased very carefully so that I could convince myself I was being magnanimous while remaining unconvinced of my own guilt.<br /><br />I'm not exactly sure when that started because I was raised in a Christian home with two younger sisters that I'm sure I had to apologize to quite frequently. However, I've recently had some interesting and painful realizations about my mother. I'm learning she's very good at excusing, avoiding, and deflecting. It's almost like she's afraid to apologize. <br /><br />I feel for her. I remember a time in the last few years when I felt truly sorry for my actions and their results. Apologizing for that was a liberating and intimate moment for me. <br /><br />The older I get the more I realize the beauty of a good apology. And it's one skill I hope to pass on to my children.Larahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14159157284512560455noreply@blogger.com