I just came to the realization today that my children are not perfect.
Yes, I know…I am as shocked as you are.
I will not delve into the details of how my perception of perfection was marred as I only believe in talking about my experience of the world and not theirs, but I am reeling.
Worse yet, they were all home schooled. I’m not saying that home schooled children are better behaved than schooled children, but I think I just disproved the 10,000 hour hypothesis. You know the one that says 10,000 focused time on task hours yields mastery. What a crock. I should have cranked out 3 saints.
However, let us just keep this between you and me because they still believe that I believe they are perfect, and I think a little deception in this regard is good for their self-esteem.
And heaven forbid, do not tell their grandmothers. On that note, they would not believe you anyway so go ahead. They are formidable women.
I will be strong…for my husband’s sake….But then again aren’t imperfectly perfect people lovelier to live with…Better for my own self-esteem.
I’m Not Delusional
Glad I’m not one of those delusional parents who continue to lie to themselves about their children’s perfection.
And thank goodness they still think I’m perfect.