Wanted to share an article about Fall that I wrote a few years ago..for many reasons, Autumn is my favorite season. :)
Falling into Grace
The pursuit of perfection often impedes improvement. George F. Will
I love autumn, with its crisp leaves, brisk air and changing colors. However, as a recovering perfectionist, I’ve had many autumns in the past that fell short of my "ideal" fall. Here are my usual expectations, followed by a dose of reality:
1. My husband will lovingly help me pick out just the right pumpkin for our son's kindergarten craft project.
Reality: Carey is so swamped with work that I run to Wal-Mart on October 30 and get a leftover shaped like a Hobbit.
2. The Christian child I'm raising will help me shop for Thanksgiving baskets for needy families.
Reality: Five year-old
3. I'll make pumpkin cookie platters for all the neighbors, with an evangelical tract attached.
Reality: Only when I see the neighbors packing to leave for the Thanksgiving holidays do I begin to bake, and then realize I need to borrow half the ingredients from those same neighbors.
4. The extended family will all be together, healthy and happy, for a quiet, reflective Thanksgiving.
Reality: Two siblings don't even show up, the "crazy uncle" shows everybody his newest surgical scar, and my giblet gravy looks more like—well, let's not even go there.
This year was no different. Since Carey had to work on Halloween, I took
However, only an hour into our evening,
"What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked.
He wouldn't tell me, but I soon figured out that he had torn his pants. And no amount of cajoling would get him back in the game. So we went home and watched
"Mom, kids are at the door!"
"I don't have enough candy," I lamented, as he kept pointing to the door.
"They can have mine,"
The rest of the evening, my son had a ball passing out his hard-won candy to strangers with painted faces, and I marveled at the child who had reminded me: life may tear your expectations to pieces once in a while, but focusing on others helps you forget your troubles.
And being a perfectionist isn't near as much fun as it's made out to be.
















