I am sorry I judged you.
I'm sorry that I believed that because it was best for my family for mama to be at home, it must be what's best for your family too.
I'm sorry I assumed that the sacrifices you make daily weren't as difficult as the eighty seventh argument I refereed, hundredth diaper change, and endless laundry I faced.
I'm sorry for pretending that I had it all together, so you'd think I was super-noble and want to stay home so you could be awesome like me; I know now that that kills honest friendship.
I'm sorry for not giving you space to exercise your talents, pursue your dreams, or simply provide for your family.
I'm sorry for acting like a bitch in Jesus' name. (I'm pretty sure it wasn't His idea)
Thank you for being patient with me. And thank you for continuing to be patient with me when I realize that I've been a jerk about something else next month. Or tomorrow.