When I was teaching I had a little guy in my kindergarten class who said his mom was putting up the tree that day, so that when he got home, it would be finished and waiting for him.
Downhearted. That's how I felt, because I knew the mom was wanting everything to be perfect. Just so. But, in her quest for perfection, what message was her little boy getting?
I can't imagine not having my boys in on the fun. It's the process that they'll remember when they're older. Not the final product. They'll take out the ornaments year after year and say, "oh, I remember this one." And yes, an ornament was dropped and broken....but we got out the glue and put it back together. Because that's what we do in our family....we don't throw away what isn't perfect. The imperfect things still matter to us.
G is for Graduating
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