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Tonight at sundown the Jewish holy day of Yon Kippur came to a close. Though I am not Jewish, nor even religious, I find other people's sacred beliefs fascinating and often very moving. My blog friend Sher at wrekehavoc.com used her blog to offer up apologies for wrongs or shortcomings, which is one of the things Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, is all about.
I told Sher that maybe I could use her example as a learning tool for my children. I was half right; I offered myself up as a tool, all right.
ME, after a simple explanation of the meaning of the day for Jews: "Tonight, instead of saying our 'I'm Thankfuls' [our version of grace] I thought we could go around the table and each of us say something we're sorry for. I'll start. "
[I'm sorry I ever started down this path in the first place.]
ME: "I'm sorry that I get mad at you girls quickly, before listening. I should listen more. I'm sorry."
CHAS: "I was going to say about the same thing: I'm sorry that I lose my temper too easily."
SMEDLEY, AGE 7: "I'm sorry that I'm mean to you in the morning, Mama. I'm sorry."
SPARKY, AGE 5: "I hope I don't toot any more."
Sher, I'm sorry. I hope your Yom Kippur was meaningful, and that you'll understand I had the best intentions. And that I fed Sparky to the coyotes right after dinner. I'm sorry.