On birthdays ROUND here there are a few things that I AWLAYS do. I always hang Happy Birthday streamers going into the stairway from the basement. Then the kids have to walk through them on their way upstairs. (okay so sometimes I am scrambling to do this in the morning because I have forgotten the night before...) And I always put up the same simple Happy Birthday Sign that I made and laminated with my Laminator (couldn't live without that baby). I also have a name sign for each one of the kids and the Hubbs that I hang below the HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign on the mantel in our Family Room. Yes it is simple and clearly not worthy of pintrest, but its mine and I love it.
A few days ago it was my birthday. Lulu woke up and came into my room. Doug said "Today is Mommy's birthday". She was so excited. She gave me a huge birthday hug and showed me again the Barbie she had given me earlier that week. (She wanted me to have my own so I could play Barbies with her, plus she said she didn't like that one..hehe) Then she ran into the Family Room to see my Birthday sign. She came back and said "Mommy why isn't the birthday sign up if its your birthday" I explained that since I am the one who does the birthday sign that I don't put it up for me, and there isn't a sign with my name. She quickly went to work to make me one. Getting out the Laminator and asking me what my favorite colors were....
Isn't it beautiful!!
Today Doug and I were sitting on the couch watching General Conference and admiring the sign. I said "do you know how hard it is for me to allow someone to make a sign that isn't perfect and then let them laminate it?" Doug's response, "It IS perfect!"
He was so right!!
I was thinking (and tooting my own horn) that I had come so far as to let imperfection slide in order to build self-esteem in my child. Yes you are probably thinking, shouldn't she have thought it was perfect in the first place... but that is hard for me.
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What is Perfection?
In my mind the perfect day has always been one where everything on my daily schedule gets done at the proper time. I have worked out, gotten ready, made the kids look cute, the house was perfectly clean. The children also got everything done on their To Do lists and were happy about it of course. We ate dinner at 5:00 and then we had so much time left in the day that we were able to spend some quality time with each other... going on a walk, 4-wheeling, doing some totally awesome fun thing. Then of course at 7:30 pm we all cleaned up, (but there wasn't much to do because it was the perfect day) and read our scriptures, had family prayer, and were ready for bed by 8:00 pm. Then because we are totally awesome super parents we read to the children, tucked them in, and lights were out and they were all sound asleep by 8:30 (ideally 8:15)
Yes I AM CRAZY.
I have had to realize that, that is not Perfection. Perfection is enjoying the imperfections of life; because there are always imperfections. I am learning. Hopefully someday my first instinct will be to think "It is PERFECT" like my amazing husband. To do my best and enjoy the rest.
I have wanted to make this blog for a really long time, but have been held back worried that I could not make it perfect. It will not be perfect. I probably already broke 28 grammatical rules!! But I am telling myself it is OK. I want to share the things I love; organization, design, faith, health, fun, family, LIFE.
I am going to try to show you the imperfections, the REAL us. What really happens ROUND here. What we are trying to accomplish.
And Hopefully it will help me to learn what perfect REALLY means.
Love your focus and I'm looking forward to reading your blog!!! Thanks for sharing.
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