I’m sorry for the last 365 days.
I’m sorry for forgetting your birthday even though you sent a card on mine; It doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking of you.
I’m sorry I didn’t send you a thank you note for the baby gift; I used it all the time.
I’m sorry I didn’t pick up the toys after leaving the play date; I didn’t want to.
I’m sorry I tuned you out in the pick-up area; I was too focused on a child, toddler, and newborn.
I’m sorry I said no to Ladies Night; I wanted to go I just didn’t want to pump.
I’m sorry I lied and said my baby was a good sleeper. He wasn’t, but I didn’t feel like discussing it.
I’m sorry I didn’t respond to your email, I was overwhelmed and “accidentally” hit delete.
I’m sorry I snapped; I was exhausted.
I’m sorry I cried when you told me your goldfish died. I was a bag of hormones.
I’m sorry I didn’t offer to host. My house was a disaster.
I’m sorry I didn’t offer to carpool. My car was a disaster.
I’m sorry I didn’t contribute to your political conversation, I didn’t care.
I’m sorry I didn’t bring food or wine over to your holiday party; I showered – did that count?
Thank you, parenthood, for teaching me…
Never will I expect a new Mother to show up with a dish, to write a thank you note, or to give their undivided attention. Always will I remind her that she’s doing the best she can.