One of the things that destroys my faith in politicians the fastest is their frequent inability to admit they were wrong. My skin crawls when the evidence is stacked against them but they still refuse to confess the error of their ways.
These are the thoughts that run through my head on this Thursday morning following a long, painful Wednesday.
The moment I clicked “PUBLISH” on yesterday’s post, I knew I was making a whopper of a mistake – long before any of the dissenting comments showed up. But when they inevitably did, they only served to reinforce what I’d already been feeling about my harsh, abrasive words. So please, dear blogosphere, allow me to apologize. I was wrong.
The only people I know better than anyone else on the planet are 1) Jake, and 2) Seabass. Aside from them, there is no one I know well enough to advise on any facet of life. Especially unsolicited. Remember when I said I didn’t want unsolicited advice from anyone? Yeah. Bit of my own medicine, that.
I have no right to claim that my way is any better than anyone else’s. No really, I mean it. Furthermore, I have no “authority” to make broad, generalized claims about anyone’s parenting. So what if I taught piano lessons for 17 years? (Though I would like to say that some of my students WERE “horrible, miserable burdens to society,” and I would prefer that Seabass, well…doesn’t turn out like them. Nuff said.) I am the mother of a 5 1/2-month-old child, not God. Big difference.
The purpose of this blog was never to rile parents up or cause division; It was meant to bring us together over the highs and lows of bringing up little human beings. I don’t know why it changed. Maybe because we’re all so different and it’s hard not to take note of our diverse styles? Or because I’ve felt attacked for my style and feel the need to retaliate? Or because I’m bored and need more drama in my life? Not sure.
In any case, I hope you’ll find my apology sincere and forgive me for the obnoxious way I’ve thrown my opinions around. As penance, I’d like to publish this photo that Jake took of me when I first woke up one morning.
Yup. That ought to make up for whatever harm I’ve done.