I disappoint people all the time. Some of my disappointments are online for all to see. I even ask people to publicly share if I was a disappointment thanks to good ol Google reviews.
It’s just a part of life. We are going to disappoint people. We can’t meet expectations all the time. Sometimes people are just not going to like us.
I used to be crushed if I found out someone was disappointed in me. I would work hard to right my wrongs, fix my failures, or change their minds. There was no way I could live with myself knowing someone was disappointed in me.
Then I went through a rough season and being a “disappointment” was unavoidable. Then add in being a business owner and it’s just a regular occurrence.
But as thick as my skin has become, there’s one disappointment that hits harder than the rest.
Failing my kids.
As I sat and held one of my kiddos as they cried, my heart broke. This was not how I wanted things to go. I wanted to do things differently but here we are.
I am sorry I failed you kiddo. I am sorry for the pain you have experienced.
Yes, I can do my best to help heal the hurt but in the end, it’s my kid who has to do the work of processing through the mess to figure out how to move forward. That’s hard to do as a parent because I just want to take away the pain and fix it.