3 Magic Words

Today was a big day for me. My second went to Junior High while the youngest went to Kindergarten. Maybe not long from now, they all will leave the nest. I hope I will be ready when the time comes. I'm sure I will miss the time when they, with their own way, remind me of of what life is all about.

When he was playing, my boy was hit by another boy which caused him a wound near his hand ankle. Seeing him bleeding I rushed to the principal room asking for alcohol and betadine for him. He did not cry, as I wiped and cleaned the wound. He even managed to be in the gathering in which the principal introduced all the teacher.

After finishing he refused to go to class. I asked whether it's hurt. He said no. Then I asked why he did not want to go to class. He said he was disappointed with his friend who has hit him. I said he hit him accidentally. Then he said, "Why he did not say sorry? Why you did not ask him to say sorry. You said if we hurt other, by mean or accidentally we have to say sorry?"

I was stunned. The 3 magic words that I taught my kids: please, thank you, and sorry!

As parents we may think it is us teaching them life. In the long run, it is us who learn more from them.