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Stop saying it's ok

"Mom I hurt Alex and said I was sorry"
"Ok"
"He is still mad at me and won't say 'it's ok'"
"He doesn't have to, you said something to hurt his feelings. I'm glad you said sorry, but your words were still said and they still hurt"

I think we can all learn something here.
In big {imaginative} bold letters, I learned here I don't like when people say "it's ok" after they have been hurt & I don't like that our children are taught to say it. It's not ok. Instead lets teach our children the weight of words & that forgiveness is a part of relationships. 

Hitting still hurts. Words can hurt. And linger. For far longer than the physical pain lasts. 


"The tongue has the power of life and death...." Proverbs 18:21




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  1. I tell my kids that when they are ready to tell the other person "I forgive you." I agree. It's not okay, but they can be forgiven.

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