What if you decided to stop measuring yourself? What if you just accepted yourself in all your imperfect glory, knowing that you’ll keep growing, but you’ll also wake up irritable some mornings, and forget something important at least once a week, and say exactly the wrong thing on a fairly regular basis? What if you decided that your kids are okay precisely as they are, without you needing to perfect their table manners, make sure their clothes match, or insist they clean their rooms? What if you allowed yourself to just love your kids, your life, and yourself completely — messy imperfection
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