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You dont have to be sorry

Dear Mothers
Don't feel sorry..
Few days back you were crying, locking yourself in bathroom, because your son had broken your guest's cell phone which was a costly one. You cried when your daughter had an accident even being home. All this happened in your presence and you felt guilty for this. You scolded your kids because they were screaming all day after these things happened. But when you came out of bathroom you hugged your son with smile on your face and you said you were sorry for scolding him. You said sorry to your daughter for not being able to save that hurting move.
You don't have to be sorry.
Then there was the day when you were on leave. You had promised kids an outing. But suddenly some urgent office work came and you where on phone whole day. You even couldn't see what they were doing all day. But when you tucked your kids at night, you told them you were sorry you were on the phone so much.
You don't have to be sorry.
When some day you were busy in all cleaning stuff and your little one was chasing you all around to be taken, you ignored your baby. You were even not allowing your daughter to enter in that room where you were cleaning roofs. But when all cleaning got done, you picked your baby up and cuddled her on the couch for a minute before she jumped off your lap. With you face you said sorry to your baby for ignoring her even for a single minute.
You don't have to be sorry.
Remember the day you yelled really loudly at your son? So loud that it scared him and he started crying? And he was confused because he usually wanted you when he was scared, but you were the person who scared him, and he didn't know what to do? Your face softened right away, and you picked him up and promised never to make that sound again.
You don't have to be sorry.
You don't have to be sorry that you didn't make dinner at some day. You tricked your kids with saying that dinner that day was a picnic and you made them eat sandwiches. You were in tears because of not being able to cook homemade food.
You don't have to be sorry.
You don't have to be sorry that you were too tired and you didn't want to read a third story, or that you got frustrated because your toddler kept crawling out of bed. You were dozing with each line of story. But when he slept you felt sorry for not reading story for him.
You don't have to be sorry.
We all face bad times and we always teach our kids that it's OK to have bad days. But we forget to apply this to ourselves. Your kids may not be saying thank you every day but they don't judge you for sure when you fail. Your hugs and kisses do magic when they are hurt. Your tricks make them giggle even they are feeling bad. You are the one with whom they want to be all the time in-spite of moments when you scold them. You may not be perfect, but you are the perfect mommy for them. So you don't have to be sorry ever!

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