Thank You, Mom

When I was twelve years old, I had a conversation with my mom that I'll never forget. I was being my perfectionist self, trying to put together a flawless assignment for school. Somewhere in the middle of the poster board, I ruined it. I was completely disgusted with myself. Dad lifted his glasses, squinted, and I knew that the error looked as big to him as it did to me. After all, my perfectionist tendencies had been inherited from him. I remember beating myself up about it for awhile. Dad, in... Read More →