Gotta start somewhere.....

In that truly amazing fashion my two year old (P or little P from now on) told me something a few days ago that made me realize I should be writing all of this stuff down. Like all moms I think he's an exceptionally bright little boy with an amazing memory.

Almost 2 months ago, P had climbed into my lap in the recliner after work. Being silly he managed to fall off the side and on the way down grabbed at me. All he got was my new necklace which with 32 pounds of toddler yanking on it promptly broke. P cried because the fall scared him and he cried because he broke mama's necklace. I sat the broken chain aside and put the charm in my jewelry box; both to long be forgotten by me.

A few days ago, P found that broken chain still sitting where I had left it. He told us the story of what happened:

P: Mama necklace?

Me: Yes P, that's mama's necklace.

P: P fall; broke mama necklace

Me: Yes you did, but it's ok.

P: No, P fall off chair and broke mama necklace

At that point he got the saddest look on his face; the bottom lip even started to poke out and he said:

Sowee mama; sowee I broke necklace; sowee mama sowee

I thought he was going to cry and at that thought of course I teared up. I gave him a huge hug and again reassured him it was ok. What I realized is that not only does he have an amazing memory, but at 2 he truly is sorry. As adults we reached a point in our life where we say sorry many times not because we are truly sorry but because that is what has been ingrained in us to say.