I heard it come out of my mouth “Perfect buddy!” My son asked me if he did a good job cleaning off the stairs… this is often my response when he does a good job. “Perfect!” But it took on a new meaning for me last week when he burst into tears when the project he was working on didn’t turn out “perfectly.” “Mommy, I just wanted it to be perfect!” My heart sank. Has this been the model I’ve set for him? That he has to be perfect? God, I hope ... Read More
Roots in the Dark
Let’s talk about roots, and maybe my propensity to be a hospice house for plants. No seriously, I’m their last stop before inevitable death. I’ve killed succulents... let that sink in for a sec... succulents. I’ve never been a great gardener and a pretty basic house plant enthusiast. My amazing husband is the exact opposite - the man could make roses bloom in the desert. More than once I’ve asked him for flowering bushes, I even came home ... Read More