My mom taught me many great lessons and has given me some wonderful advice. In fact, she\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s still teaching me things about how to be a better person and a better mom. But one lesson I remember wasn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t really something she taught me in words, but in her actions.<\/p>\n
(Now my memories of this story may not be the most accurate, since this happened a long time ago, so, Mom, if you are reading this, feel free to add any details in or correct me if I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2m wrong.)<\/p>\n
My mom had been to visit a neighbor and I went along with her. I wasn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t very old, probably around 5. As she and this neighbor were talking in the front room, I wandered back to the kitchen, and spotted the two loaves of freshly baked banana bread that were cooling on the counter. That bread smelled so good and looked so pretty, I was drawn to it. I guess I thought if I just picked a piece out of the corner, no one would notice. It wasn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t like I was taking a piece off the very top or anything. That piece tasted so good, I broke off another little piece and ate that, too. I don\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t remember how much of that bread I ate, but basically ruined both loaves. If they were meant to be a gift for someone else, they were no longer give-able. If they were meant for her own family, they were somewhat mangled, what with little nibbles picked out of the corner.<\/p>\n
The ladies finished their visit and we went home. I\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2m sure it wasn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t long before my mom received a phone call from this woman letting her know what her daughter had done. When my mother asked me about the bread, I of course denied eating any of it and suggested that it must have been a mouse. My mother didn\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2t yell at me, but prompted me to tell the truth. She was teaching me patience and honesty right then. I guess I broke down and told her that yes, I had eaten it, and I was sorry. My mom must have made some bread or some other food to take to this neighbor, and when we took it over to her, I picked some flowers and gave them to her and told her I was sorry that I had eaten her bread. My mother was teaching me that it\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s not enough to just say you\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2re sorry, but you have to make it up to them, if possible. Although I felt terrible from what I did, and my mother must have been so embarrassed by my hungry little actions, I was not punished. There was no spanking, no time-out, no yelling. She let me think about what I had done wrong, and I punished myself for my actions. Mom was teaching me to develop my own sense of right and wrong.<\/p>\n
After we came home, my mom hugged me and told me that I had done the right thing in apologizing, and she hoped I had learned something. By her loving actions, I learned more than I would have if she lectured me for hours. How grateful I am for a mother who taught me important lessons in life. Happy Mother\u00c3\u00a2\u00e2\u201a\u00ac\u00e2\u201e\u00a2s Day, Mom. I love you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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