Sometimes is never quite enough
If you’re flawless, then you’ll win my love
Don’t forget to win first place
Don’t forget to keep that smile on your face
If you’re flawless, then you’ll win my love
Don’t forget to win first place
Don’t forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You’ve got to measure up
And make me prouder
How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl
You’ve gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn’t good enough
To make us proud
I’ll live through you
I’ll make you what I never was
If you’re the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I’m doing this for your own damn good
You’ll make up for what I blew
What’s the problem, why are you crying
Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn’t fast enough
To make us happy
We’ll love you just the way you are
If you’re perfect
Oh. My. Word. I know I am guilty of this with my children. I don’t specifically try to live through them, at least not yet, but I know that I require more of them than a 5, 3, or 1 year old can do.
Here’s the problem. I am an absolute perfectionist with myself. I haven’t decided if it’s a bad thing, or an ok thing, but at least it’s MY thing. I am often randomly hit with the realization that I cannot hold others to the standards that I hold myself to. I will drive everyone away. The last thing I want is to drive people away. I so desire deep relationships, and for sure with my kids.
So, for tonight, I am resolving to allow more “screwing up” in my house. Bring on the spilled milk and slow ass kids. Let’s face it – they will be kids regardless, so it’s basically up to me to change my attitude.
I never really thought that listening to Alanis would make me a better person. Although I definitely have a great grasp on the definition of “ironic,” thanks mostly to that awesome song that I listened to non-stop my freshman year. But maybe there are messages in the craziest of places, if you are willing to see them.
Here’s to being non-perfect!
{angela}
