- My son is the dirtiest child on the planet. I can't figure out how I have three relatively clean children and one scumball. Think Pigpen from Charlie Brown.
- My daughter's clothes don't really match.
- While we're on the topic, my other daughter has wild hair. Like crazed maniac hair.
Am I the only one who does this?
Like pointing out our faults to you makes our imperfections ok. As long as you know - that we know - we aren't perfect, life is good.
And don't sneer at me, friend of mine who shall remain nameless because she needed to point out all the places on her carpet the dog chewed on last time I came over.
Like we care. We came to your house to see you. Not your carpet. Ok, it is kind of funny. But if you hadn't pointed it out we wouldn't have noticed.
My friends invited us to the park to play together. Not for a fashion parade. It's ok to wear not matching dirty clothes to play in the dirt. Isn't it?
Why do we do this? Is it our insecurity? Fear of others judgement?
I'd just like to take this moment to say that I am not judging you. I don't care if your house is cluttered, or if your kid didn't brush his teeth. In fact I like knowing that your life isn't perfect either.
I don't want you to feel insecure about all your faults. I want you to be real. Let's make a deal, k? I'll stop pointing out whats wrong with me, if you stop pointing out what's wrong with you. We'll both know - that the other person knows - that no one is judging anyone.