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Accepting mistakes

Excerpt from a drama I am watching. Drive for Life. (Father is a successful business man and son helps out in the company. But the son made a big mistake which caused the whole empire to crumble. In an angry confrontation, the father and son had a face-off) Son I will take responsibility for everything that I have done even though I was duped. I will do everything to take responsibility for this mistake. Father Responsibility? By hiding? By denying? By pushing the blame onto another person? Listen, son. One can be failure in business, that's fine. But one cannot be failure in life. Responsibility? Pushing the blame onto another person even though he pulled a quick one on you is called responsibility? You made the decision....then face the music. That's called responsibility. I can build another empire. But I cannot build another life for my son. *** The point of the whole post is this....human beings make mistakes. ALL OF US. We spill milk, we fall. We make the wrong decisions, we cry. But taking responsibility for our own mistakes is part of growing up, older and wiser....part of growing as a person. It's normal for us to automatically push all the blame to someone else when something goes wrong. "He tricked me". Or "I thought....." But no, life is not like that. In order to take responsibility, we have to say "Yes, I made a mistake. I am truly sorry about that. I will do everything I can to ratify the matter and ensure that it won't happen again". I want to teach my kids the same thing. That human beings make mistakes....we're human beings and it's OK to make mistakes. It's REALLY OK. People will get angry and mad at you but as long as you face the music, you're doing the right thing. Kids have the tendency to push responsibility onto something else....someone else. Teaching the kids how to take responsibility is a tough task because we are not perfect. But it's our job. Sigh....life is tough, isn't it?

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Jamie said…
cut and pasted from my comment in your Multiply:

as you said, acknowledging ones mistakes and admitting it IS OK. Sad to say that it is a very difficult trait to learn and not many people are willing to do that.
People maaa....got so many types. If everyone were to be of equal thinking and actions than there wouldn't be any war or confrontations liao.

Neways, I seriously doubt that its gonna happen....naaaa way in hell!!!!
Marsha Maung said…
Yeah, that's why I want my kids to learn how to do that right from the start. In knowing how to acknowledge one's mistake and then take responsibility for it helps that person grow inwardly. But looking inside and scolding yourself...then changing yourself. That's very important.

sad to say i never did this until much later in life....learning how to say 'sorry, it's my fault. i will try not to do it again'. unless i feel very strongly about something lah. cannot be a pushover as well.
Jamie said…
cuz, pushover or not a pushover is up to one to define and not others. Sometimes a "sorry" must be used to rectify unwanted situations ( even if you are not in the wrong )....some sort like a white lie thingy...
Anonymous said…
Hihi Marsha. Very nice blog wor.Eh..Joshua monkeying around ka! wakaka
Anonymous said…
Agree, agree, agree 110%.

I tell my kids that all the time. At the moment, I don't think it's totally registered inside their brains but little by little....I hope they will remember all I teach them.

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