I let my frustration get the
better of me and I allowed it to ruin a fun family afternoon. My baby just wanted
to run around with his ball, that's it. That's all he wanted. He just wanted
to be a toddler, and I just wanted the "perfect" family photos.
what I had set out for. I needed the perfect picture for our Christmas cards. You
know, like the ones staring out at you from the picture frames on the shelves
of Target. I had this whole vision in my head of exactly how the day was going to
go. And I let that cloud what was happening right in front of me.
He kicked. He screamed. He threw a fit. He didn't look at
the camera, not once. Or if he did, he certainly wasn't smiling. And because of
that, neither was I.
My little one is learning every day, but guess what? So am
I. I'm learning here right along with him. I'm learning to be more patient. I'm
learning to not allow my frustration to take over. I got angry with my sweet
boy, for being just that: a sweet boy. A one-year-old. A perfectly normal and
wild and energetic one-year-old.
I'm done striving for perfection. Because in doing so, I miss out on truly perfect moments.
It's easy to get caught up in the beautiful images that
social media and ads portray. It's easy to see perfection and wonder why your
life doesn't look like that. It could be something as simple as getting a
Christmas card from a family friend with all of their smiling and perfectly
cooperative children looking right at you. But you don't know what it took to
get that. You don't know the frustration that more than likely went into that
Oh wait, yes you do. Because you go through it every single time you try
to take a picture with your own toddler.