If you could tell yourself “it’s okay…,” how would you answer that? Are you a perfection-seeking human?
True confession. I seek perfection. I’m learning to let it go though. I understand where it’s rooted, and I’m praying on it, daily, often multiple times a day. I’m recognizing when that desire for perfection arises, how it impacts me, and what happens with my family when I feel it (and respond not-so-well to it).
So here’s a little letter, much like the “Dear Outside World” post.
Dear Self, It’s okay to sleep in with your children. They love it.
Dear Self, It’s okay that there are crayons strewn on the floor. You’re teaching Susanna to pick up, but she’s human, too.
Dear Self, It’s okay to research foods for yourself. You eat differently than Scott. Embrace it!
Dear Self, It’s okay to spend time alone with Susanna. She needs it.
Dear Self, It’s okay to feel torn between your children. You’re learning a new life with two beautiful, talented, amazing daughters.
Dear Self, It’s okay to want to watch adult shows. Your world is more than those two sweet girls.
Dear Self, It’s okay to walk slowly on the beach with your family in the car. You need the alone time.
Dear Self, It’s okay to e-mail friends. You need the time for you to connect.
Dear Self, It’s okay to not know all of the food in the freezer. After all, Self, you made a massive amount of food before Elena was born.
Dear Self, It’s okay to forget things. You are always on the go, except when you’re not. You’ll remember when it’s best.
Your turn… Would you like to share a “Dear Self, It’s okay…” thought?