Are you aspiring to be imperfect? As a young girl, I idolized my mother.
From her blonde frizzy hair and slightly crooked teeth to her bumpy thighs, I thought she was perfect in every way.
As an adult, I now "get" that highlighting those particular features may not make for the most flattering description, but to this day, I am grateful for them.
Those loveable, wonderful, imperfect parts of my mom taught me everything I need to know about being a parent myself. Here's how:
As a mom, I make choices everyday: vacuum the insane amount of cat hair accumulating in the corner or go play at the park for an hour?
Exercise on my treadmill while my daughter watches TV or sit alongside her as we jointly build a staggeringly tall block tower? Spend an hour cooking dinner or lose ourselves in a Highlights Magazine Hidden Pictures marathon?
Rhetorical questions don't need answers, right? I've come to understand that cleaning and cooking are a waste of my daughters'Read More »from When I Grow Up, I Want to Be Imperfect