We recently moved from Sydney to Canberra and driving home from a trip to check out the shops I missed the turn into our street. I said “Oh dear, I have missed our turn” my three year old daughter was in the back of the car and she replied with “You know, you’re not perfect Mum”.
She had never said this before and it really made me laugh. Moving states had put a lot of pressure on the family. We needed to find new doctors, hairdresser and a good per school. The whole family was making new friends and getting used to new routines.
My daughter’s honest and innocent comment made me realise that moving is a process that takes time and not everything needs to be perfect straight away. So I decided then to put less pressure on setting the house up perfectly and more time on trying my best to make the place a comfortable home for us all to enjoy.
Striving for perfection is also something I found myself trying to do as a Mother. It also causes me to feel a lot of guilt because if I don’t meant my unreasonable expectations I feel disappointed. I no longer strive for perfection, thanks to some wise words from my daughter.
I have realised that “I’m not perfect” and that perfection is a hard benchmark to meet so I’m now happy with doing the best job I can.