The Idea of Perfection is Flawed
I, like most people, have activities that I don’t like to perform very often, if at all, but am coerced to do so by my deep love for my family. For instance, I hate swimming. I am not entirely sure if it is a rational fear of water or an irrational fear of bathing suits, but I do know that when I am invited to take the kids swimming, I try to find a way to decline, or I overdress in such a way that I could easily go from pool to church without even changing my shoes. I am holding out for the 1900s-billowing-skirt-and-frilly-cap-look to come back, and if it doesn’t in my lifetime, well, that’s okay. However, don’t misunderstand me. I will jump into the water and save my babies if they need me to save them. Otherwise, I will continue to wallow in a lounge chair, hoping that they do NOT need me to perform the fastest terrified dog paddle ever, in long pants and a turtleneck. For this reason, all of my children have had swimming lessons.
Also, I am not a stellar housekeeper. Don’t get me wrong, the house is sanitary and safe for a family, but it is my choice to have a particular priority list in play, and housecleaning is not at the top spot, or even in the top 10. On any given day, the sink is full of dishes; toilet paper is stuck to the ceiling, and the board games are in disarray in the living room, dining room and hallway. When we have company, the house gets a thorough cleaning, and the excess paraphernalia of life gets stuffed in available drawers, cracks and crevices. Every house we inhabit is a veritable time capsule of left-behind objects hidden in a moment of panic when guests arrive.
I do what I have to do.
I am a flawed mother, so I want my children to realize that perfection is completely unattainable and therefore completely overrated. I don’t want them to think that they have to have perfect anything, or be perfect at anything. My primary goal has always been to raise assets to society, even if their greatest achievement is 15-minutes of YouTube stardom after getting caught singing “Ice, Ice Baby” in the shower. I rejoice with them when they merely do well in school, as long as they do everything with kindness, a great work ethic and a drive to continue toward improvement. Also, I am all-in for an ice cream celebration, with fudge sauce and sprinkles, when they strike out in baseball, or miss the correct spelling of the word “judgment”, because I know I want to put an “e” in there too.
With this in mind, I pray that they embrace the flaws in themselves and others, and learn from them. I want them to be willing to work hard and turn those flaws into valuable tools of growth for themselves and their future families, and keep the stress of perfection out the equation, because no one is perfect…no one.
What are some of the imperfections in your own life that you have embraced?
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