For my sisters, myself, and anyone else who is finding similar trials…
My Grommie made an interesting comment to me last week, that she had raised a perfect child. Well, my mother sure wasn’t as lucky. She hasn’t raised any perfect children yet out of her 6. I’m the oldest, there were three girls and then three boys. So you’d think there is some hope for the boys since they were raised with four mothers! (the youngest of my brothers is 12…I’m 31!).
Instead, I’m realizing that my sisters and I are all striving for perfection, but almost striving too hard. Can you strive too hard? The problem with perfection, I’ve decided, is that there is no room for growth and even worse, no room for mistakes. So instead of being constantly pleased with the progress in our lives, we three gals have been beating up ourselves because we are faltering time and time again. The worst part is that I haven’t realized it until lately.
Recent heart-to-heart conversations with my sisters have revealed that we are all struggling with “letting go.” Sure we are each holding on to different things, but we are still holding on. Some of the things we have chosen to hold on to are our shortcomings…our mistakes. By holding on, we aren’t letting ourselves move on, change and grow. Sometimes it is the hurt or pains of life that we’re holding on to, but whatever it is…they must be let go!
Yet another reason I need to take this blog/site/theory more seriously. I have an opportunity to ponder, make new goals, assess my progress, and hopefully, one day, become closer to that perfection I so desire. The race is too hard and too long to let any weight or sin beset us!
So, I’m working on a new goal. One of patience. Patience with myself. Patience to Perfection.