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  • Writer's pictureJessica Urlichs

Apologies to a Two Year Old

It was one of those days, I had a pit in my stomach, I wasn’t winning and the rainclouds were following me.

The lights were red. I was tense, my foot hard on the break.

“I just wanted to apologise for earlier”, I started, “I was wrong to yell. Sometimes I lose my cool and it wasn’t your fault.

It wasn’t your fault at all.”

I flicked up the window wipers as the weather got heavier.

“When you came through Holly’s door to tell me about spilling your milk... it woke Holly. I was upset and I yelled. We were all tired, weren’t we?”


Apart from the humming traffic, all in our own little worlds, all on different journeys.

I wondered how many other apologies were currently being given to two year olds in cars right now.

“I made a mistake”, I continued. “I don’t always get it right, I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I feel really sad that I upset you.”

The wipers guided the splashes away as my sleeve did the same.

I turned around to him and held his hand, he squeezed mine back.

“I’m Sorry”, I said watching him.

He held on, his little fingers were so soft, I have to remember how little they are I thought.

I could see he was thinking.

“Mummy, it’s Okay”, he said at last in his triumphant voice with those perfect inflections.

“I’ll try better, promise”.

I hope he knows I mean it.

I turned back around, foot relaxing off the break as the lights turned green.



“Yes Harry”?

“It’s not sunny today, Mummy”

“No darling, it’s not”.


But I could see it peeking through.

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