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It took me a while to also come to the point where I decided "perfection is not perfect". Imagine a child growing up with a "perfect" mom- you never raised your voice, you always said just the right thing for kiddo to hear, you did everything perfect at home and arranged for perfect activities, etc... First, there would be many definitions of what that would be (for some, a perfect mom might entail giving kids a lot of freedom, for others it might be more supervision, for example). Who defines "perfect"? Second, what does that child grow up to think of the world? Does "the perfect mom" REALLY impart all the lessons of life that a mom needs to teach? What happens if she is so "perfect" she never shows (teaches!) anger? Never needs forgiveness? How does a child learn to deal with their own mistakes if they never see mom struggle? How do they learn to deal with others and their worlds if the only world they have ever known has totally revolved around THEM? Do they see her as a martyr? Do they even see her at all? Which brings me to... Third, since NO ONE is "perfect", who is this perfect mom that the child knows? The only answer is that the "perfect mom" is a fake. Since we all have quirks, things that drive us crazy, times of stress, times when we are sad or angry, times when we HAVE to choose between things that are less than ideal... The only way that "perfection" can happen is if there is a cover-up of these things- hence, a fraud. I realized that if I was "perfect mom" my kids would never know ME. If I censored all my words and emotions to be "perfect", they would miss out on my passion, my real thoughts, my honsety... No matter how you cut it, "perfect mom" is inauthentic. I want my sons to know ME as a person and I want our relationships to be REAL. And that means that sometimes, they get to see my lunatic side. And I get to see theirs... And we all learn to live together, warts and all. And hopefully, we laugh about them.
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I figure I am around a D+ or - right now. I just finished praying for God' grace to cover all these mistakes I feel like I am making. Reality is: we aren't perfect and our kids won't be either.