We either want to be perfect moms, or we deride perfect moms. But we only deride them because we secretly want to be perfect too.
Do we? Do we really want to be perfect?
Some people (like me) value quirkiness over perfection. Doesn’t real perfection lack passion, spontaneity, uniqueness?
Here’s two definitions of quirky:
1. A peculiarity of behavior; an idiosyncrasy: “Every man had his own quirks and twists”Harriet Beecher Stowe.
2. An unpredictable or unaccountable act or event; a vagary: quirk of fate.The word itself even sounds cool.
So when my kindergartner wore five summer dresses layered on top of one another in the middle of winter and her great aunt said she looked like a Hungarian bag lady, I was actually flattered. I thought, yeah, I’m learning! I’m learning to let go!