Abandoning perfection allows me to step into the flow with my son. The essence of who he is comes through because his authentic self is accepted exactly as it is. Through the practice of seeing the best in him, we healed and reaffirmed our bond. Unexpectedly, the healing stills my heart and the depth of our love is revealed.
Next time you find yourself picking apart the flaws of the it-girl celebrity to falter in front of the world, realize it is just the lonely, imperfect part of you seeking a human connection with another. Sometimes we are all just looking for the sense of universal human connection that unites us all.
We will suffer losses, traumas and tragedies in this life. When we lose one dream we must pick up the pieces and redefine. To wallow in the lost only defines us. To stay stuck on the never to be's only keeps us stagnant in life. To make our scarred imperfections our entire story misplaces them completely.
If we think our life stops when we have kids and a job, if we don't pursue our passions no matter how ridiculous they may seem, if we don't stretch ourselves to accommodate that rescue dog who needs a home or a family member or friend who needs our help, we miss out -- big time. Because what we get in return when we embrace this "chaos" is LIFE, in all its fullness and all its glory.
Ever since our two sons began sharing a room, their bedtime routine has been the same. Baths, PJs, teeth, stories, cuddles. And every night as I leave their room, Eli always says, "Remember to come up, cuddle, and bring water!" I head down the stairs with a quick, "Okay!" knowing full well that the likelihood of following through on that promise is next to nothing.
Like many young women, I struggle with the constant desire to be "perfect," mentally and physically. It can be so hard to follow advice to find joy in the here and now and so easy to instead be weighed down by imperfection. Reading, though, is an escape from the pressures of reality, an immersion somewhere else that allows great happiness in the moment.
As a mother to a teen daughter, one of my jobs is to build her self worth and body image up to a positive standard. I need to be selective on how I describe myself. I shouldn't say I'm fat or chubby or I don't like my thighs. I'm supposed to be all positive and empowering so she feels that way about her body, too. At least that's what I'm reading. Oops. I failed.