My daughter brought home a beautiful project for Mother’s Day. It was a complete-the- sentence’s-to-describe-your-mom kind of project.
My mom is ___fanse (fancy)_.
My mom loves__to hug me_.
My mom always __kisses me_.
My mom sometimes __gets dressed up_.
This last sentence, she clarified, was supposed to say “is stressed”. My heart sank. This is one of the pivotal statements she will remember about me? That sometimes I’m “stressed”. My perfectionism nagging me, I shrugged, laughed and said, “Yeay sweetie, sometimes I am stressed.” I didn’t take it personally. I’m showing my daughter who I am and expressing real emotions. Life HAS been stressful these last few months and of course she’s picked up on it. We discussed stress and why it happens and how to handle it and moved on. I still love the project, even if it’s a true mirror of me and not some perfect illusion.
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