When Joshua was younger we often got into it with one another. He would stomp off to his room in anger. I pretty much stayed put in anger. Sometimes it took a few hours, and other times it was a day or more, but typically Joshua would realize his error and apologize to me. And it always surprised me when I saw what happened to my heart in those moments. His sincere apology was all it took for me to forgive, and remember my love for him. And in a weird sort of way, those moments made our spats OK. Because I got to see my son's tender, humble side. And it is so beautiful.We recently had a disagreement which went the same direction. We just couldn't see eye to eye. Try as I might, I couldn't convince him it is OK to bend for the good of the family. Couldn't get him to think outside of himself. And, as per usual, he stomped past me mumbling about how annoying I am. Moments later I heard the shower going and started to sputter inside about him wasting water. The next thing I knew, Joshua was walking into the kitchen. He stopped as he was passing me and said, "I'm sorry for yelling earlier." Seemed his time in the shower did more than clean his stinky body. It also gave him some time to think. And, just like that, all was forgiven. His sincere and gentle words did a number on my heart and we were reconciled. Once again his tender, humble side surfaced. And I realized - it still gets me.