My daughter (age 5) goes to school in mismatched socks. Her pants and shirt rarely complement each other in color and lately, she’s wanted one braid on one side of head. And this morning?! She wore a brightly colored silk scarf tied tightly around her neck (pulled from her dress-up drawer).
It’s important to me to allow my daughter to dress herself. I hope it boosts her confidence for years to come, and it certainly helps me out during the early-morning rush.
She makes me laugh though because of the wisdom coupled with her apparent lack of fashion. As she watches me delicately apply make-up and carefully blow-dry and straighten my hair, she comments most mornings, “It doesn’t have to be perfect, mama.”
No, my sweet little one. It doesn’t have to be perfect. I don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to be perfect. And I am so grateful for the reminder.