.. I'll admit I had lofty expectations of parenthood. I said I'd never let my kid eat fast food. I said I'd never let my kid play video games or stay up late. I said my son would always wear nice clean clothes and be well-mannered. I've learned in 2 1/2 years that my aspirations of raising a "perfect" child were a tad ambitious. Don't get me wrong, I still try my best. But I've accepted that failure is a part of parenthood. I've accepted that no matter how many $30 t-shirts my toddler has in his closet, he'll stain each and every one of them. I've learned to let him just be himself-- dirt, muck, mud and all.
Week four's theme was "imperfection". For me, this photo represents how I have embraced imperfection as a mom. So now I say, "Bring on the chicken nuggets, Angry Birds and 10pm bedtimes. And the mud. Oh, how I love mud..."