I will never be a perfect parent. There, I said it. Even if I could go back in time, carrying with me all that I now know, I still wouldn’t be perfect. Far from it. I make mistakes every single day. Every hour, some days.
Yet, I keep learning, I continue striving to do better, I continue trying to be that perfect parent. It’s an elusive goal. An impossible goal. I try to get closer all the time, but it won’t happen. But with this recognition comes peace. I am doing the best that I can. If new and better information comes to light, I adapt. If circumstances change, I change. When new approaches are needed, I implement them. By recognizing my fallibility, I ensure that I won’t stagnate. I won’t stop learning. I won’t take the easy way out. I will have done the best job that I could do. It may not be perfection, but it’s worth a lot.