Time does fly!

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I always feel like it was yesterday that we held her in the delivery room. Just 18 months passed, my little Angel is now a little lady.

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Beautiful Messes

That’s truly a beauty.

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mess 1

From the time she was little, my daughter (like most kids, I think) loved nothing more than a big mess.   Now, I’ve mentioned I am a bit of a perfectionist–which I once defined as someone who thinks they’re ALREADY perfect…I’ve learned that instead, I’m someone who always  WANTS things to be perfect, or in their right spot, or “just so,” which is a constant feeling of internal frustration since things NEVER EVER ARE.

I have a problem with that.  I’m working on it.

But since I wanted my daughter to be a fearless mud puddle-splashing, bug-loving kid, I make a point to allow her to be messy and try my best not to worry about it.  That mud on the patio?  Calm down, mama…I can hose it off.  Sand in her hair?  That’s what bathtime’s for.  Doodles all over her skin?  Well, that’s why you get washable markers.

mess 2

I let…

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