Last week was the kind of week that was really fraught with growing pains around here. Jack spent the entirety of the holiday weekend clinging to his father like a barnacle on a shell in the sea. And we were struggling with how to balance his need for closeness with our need for a small amount of quietness during naptime and bedtime.
Sometimes I just *know* what to do, and sometimes I have no clue. I struggle with finding a balance between doing what is the *right* thing to do and what is the path of least resistance when it comes to parenting. I am perfectly happy to live with imperfection in the objects around us, in my own sewing, etc. but the thought of imperfection in my parenting can really throw me for a loop.
I think this is what has surprised me most about mothering, how afraid I am of making a mistake sometimes. And I certainly have made my share of mistakes! But standing on the edge of a decision is a difficult place to be. In the end, I think it has all worked out ok. Yesterday was a much better day, and Jack seems to be back to his usual self. But oh boy, was it hairy there for a few days.
And a gorgeous platter I thrifted this morning. I paid $15 for it, which is high for a thrift store piece (for me anyway), but, I really love the ruffly edge and the roses in the center and most importantly, the little chip on the edge which reminded me that imperfection in anything really is okay.