On Saturday, I burned my kids' favorite breakfast... cinnamon rolls.
They eagerly waited for a cinnamon roll treat on Saturday morning, and while lost in a deep conversation with my husband, I completely forgot about the mental timer I set for the rolls. As the smell of cinnamon wafted through the house, I ran to the oven to find 2 of my children, sitting by the oven, delighted to smell their favorite breakfast.
"I burned them! I'm so so sorry!" I shouted while running into the kitchen. My children gently arose from their kneeling positions and patiently, without an ounce of disappointment, replied, "it's really ok, mom."
Just like that, without any strings attached, they forgave me and gladly ate their burnt breakfast. How easy it was for them to forgive me and not mention the mistake.
This gentle reminder was exactly what I needed for a fresh eye-opener on how forgiveness can be such a simple act.
This event also inspired this week's Monday Moore Mantra:
Sometimes it's hard to remember that we, ourselves, are only human. Having that understanding by others and the forgiveness we humans need is a great gift.