I take it back! I didn’t mean it!
I am blessed, (or cursed,) with nine siblings. Oddly enough, I fall right in the middle at number 5. I have no memories of ever being alone as a child. I never ate alone, walked alone, slept alone, played alone, nothing.
Today I cherish my quiet time while often missing the noise, laughter and teasing of siblings all around. Perhaps that’s one more reason I love to collect my three little grandsons and fill the house with their noise and laughter.
Recently one of the boys (I won’t say which one) pulled back his fist and clobbered his cousin. The injured cousin ran to his Jamma (me) crying, “He hit me.” The guilty cousin was right there looking totally repentant. “Jamma, I’m sorry. I take it back. I didn’t mean it.”
Hugs and apologies all around and two best friends/cousins were right back playing and enjoying each other. But not before I cautioned them that once the hurt is there, it can never really be taken back.
STOP! Think before you speak, or act. You may not be able to “take it back.”
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