Mom’s Apology
A good apology has three parts:
- I’m sorry.
- It’s my fault.
- What can I do to make it right?
—Kushndwizoom
Duff here. The other day, Mom and I were hustling to get to Work. She placed Me in the Car (aren’t I the lucky one?) and continued to Tuck in other items. She then swung into the Driver’s Seat, as is appropriate. But as She did so, I was still busily investigating a Scent on the Seat. She landed on My Luxuriously Fluffy Tail. I yelped loudly. She sprang out of the Car, turning to see what had happened. I hopped into the Back Seat, and proceeded to tell Her all about It. Painful whimpers. Sad stares. Not living unstuck.
Mom apologized profusely, and said She was sorry. She told Me it was Her fault. That the Next time, She would be much more careful to notice where I was located. She then asked how She could make it up to Me. I snuggled up in Her Lap, My head in Her Arms. After a deep sigh, I knew all was Well in My World. Living unstuck.
How about You? Do You apologize for a Wrong? Or do You tell the other, “Shake it off!” I say: Take the high Road and say You’re sorry. Accept responsibility, then ask what You can do to make It Right. I found it to be most Satisfying. And to be the Recipient? Priceless. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#good-apology