She was mad.
She didn't want him to hug her good night.
She didn't want him to tell her good night.
She was pouting and "punishing" him in return.
But as I lay next to her singing "her song" to her, she ever-so-quietly whispered something to me.
Landry: I pwoligz
Me: What baby?
Landry: I pawlogize
Me: You want to apologize to Daddy?
All in a whispered voice.
And so she did.
And he of course accepted her apology, gave her hugs and kisses and she fell asleep.
And it got me wondering...
How many times do we do something in which we want to use a whispered voice to say we are sorry or wrong or scared or ashamed. We want to hush our indiscretions for the fear of admitting wrong or defeat. We don't want others to know that we messed up. Because, for some reason, being humbled is scary.
But even in a whispered voice, those "I'm sorrys" and "I made a mistake" moments can be heard to the heavens.
What a sweet lesson in humility.