Since the moment my child made their grand entrance into the world, I’ve felt like I’m on a stage, fumbling through my lines like a C-list actor. Just today, after a particularly intense reprimand in the car, I turned to my sister in the passenger seat and laughed, whispering, “I really have no idea what I’m doing!” While I might not have all the answers, I do know how to apologize. The guilt of balancing work and parenting, snapping at my child, and inadvertently nudging them aside (with no intention to hurt) have led me to crouch down, look into their big, expressive eyes, and say, “I’m sorry.” I acknowledge my mistakes, and we move on together.
However, in the whirlwind of motherhood, I’ve let some of the joys of my former life slip away, and it’s time for me to address those losses with heartfelt apologies.
Dear Breasts,
Oh, my lovely companions—do you recall the joy when you were full and round, filling out a B cup to perfection? Surely, it was a moment worth writing about. But then came the insatiable little one, and suddenly, our dreams of perky glory turned into sacrifices for nourishment. I apologize for that. I have a gift card to a popular lingerie store tucked away. How about we treat ourselves to a little shopping spree? While we may not return to our former size, I promise we’ll have a blast.
Dear Television Shows from Post-2010,
I owe you an apology. Could you please ask my friends and the media to stop reminding me of how amazing you are? I get it—my life is forever altered because I haven’t experienced “Breaking Bad,” “The Crown,” or “Stranger Things.” But don’t worry; when technology advances and I can plug into my memories, I’ll binge-watch you all!
Dear Memory,
I’m sorry. (Sniffs air.) What was I talking about again?
Dear Car Floor,
I deeply apologize. Every day, I’m overwhelmed by the chaos that my child creates. It seems like, when I’m not looking, they unleash a storm of crumbs that I can’t keep up with. I can’t even recall what color you once were. I promise, it will get better.
Dear Magazines,
I see you there, stacked and glossy, filled with enticing articles. I haven’t forgotten you. If only I had a moment to skim through your pages! It might take years before I can appreciate your fashion tips again, but I assure you, I will revisit you—perhaps from the comfort of my bathroom.
Dear Friends Without Kids,
I’m truly sorry for repeating stories and forgetting who I’ve shared them with. I’m doubly sorry if you were present during the event. I apologize if I’ve embellished the tales so much that you think I’m just trying to appear funnier or more interesting. As a storyteller, sometimes I toss my skills out there with a flourish to distract from everything else I’m struggling with.
Dear Sleep,
My long-lost love, I apologize for not fighting harder for you every single day. You are my cherished companion, and one day, I hope we’ll reunite, allowing me to drift off peacefully while you carry me through dreamland.
Dear Husband,
I’d apologize for anything that went wrong, but let’s be honest—it’s really your fault!
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In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with challenges and heartfelt apologies. Acknowledging our missteps and reconnecting with lost joys can help us navigate this beautiful, chaotic life with grace.