The next morning, my daughter woke me at at 5:30. After I took her back to her room to see what the matter was, she told me that she needed more water. She also told me that she had been up for awhile and needed a hug from me. She then enthusiastically hugged me. I was shocked. Angry and shocked.
I told her that I was at a huge loss. I didn't understand why she would wake me up for a hug when I had told her how desperately I needed sleep. I told her that while I loved her very much and usually love the hugs, it was a selfish thing for her to do.
I then noticed that she didn't look well. I felt her forehead and it was burning hot. I then understood that she was up for awhile and needed a hug (and more water) because she was sick. I had just chided my sick child! I felt awful and apologized. A lot.
I know these kind of incidents happen to everyone, and my daughter totally forgave me. Nevertheless, I hate when they happen.
Can't I be perfect all the time--or at least some of the time?
That would be nice!