Sometimes the pressure of it all is debilitating. I doubt pretty much every decision I make. I mean, the responsibility of keeping my kids -- who I love more than I ever thought possible and then some -- happy/safe/healthy/loved, can actually take my breath away.
Sometimes, in my states of frazzle, my mom (aka, my rock) says, you don't have to be perfect, you only have to be good enough. As a perfectionist, this is a very hard concept for me to grasp, but I try to let go...if only for a moment.
My friend, former co-worker, blogger and new mom and I have a lot in common (including a therapist parent) and she sometimes takes the words right out of my mouth. It is nice to realize I am not alone, so I will let her sum it up for me -- here.