Wednesday night this is how my toddler fell asleep. I was doing a few last minute things in the kitchen when he grabbed a magazine my dad had given to me. As he was flipping through it he got sleepy.
Now, did you notice the title? The Myth of the Perfect Parent
I thought it was quite ironic that my son was sleeping on a hard vinyl floor with a magazine that had a headline such as that. I definitely couldn’t be considered a perfect parent in a moment like that.
I think we sometimes put a lot of pressure on ourselves to be “perfect”. I have a dear friend who recently emailed me about just this very thing. I am going to quote part of her email.
As I looked at my son’s sweet little face, his unruly curly hair, and listened to the sound of him breathing I realized something. I am not, nor will I ever be, a perfect parent. No matter how hard I try I will never attain perfection.
But, I can promise you two things. As long as there is breath in me I will love my children and I will love God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength.
I am linking this post to Finer Things Friday at The Finer Things in Life because being blessed with the gift of four beautiful children in spite of the fact that I am definitely not a perfect parent truly is a finer thing.
