So, remember my failed fairy castle project?
This is the story of what happened to it.
About a week after that post, I painted most of the inside and outside of the castle. I set it back outside to dry.
|The “finished” castle.|
The next day, Monkey took it into her room.
Ever since then, she has played with it every couple of days.
It has been a fairy castle, pony house, doll house, animal zoo, and jewelry storage.
It has a place of honor on her bedroom floor.
So, what does this all mean?
It means that perfectionism is overrated.
If it had been left up to me, I would not have given it to Monkey until it was “finished.” My plan was to paint it a few more times to hide the evidence of glue and tape that we used to put it together. I was going to cut some windows and paint vines and bricks onto the outside. I was going to let Monkey put fun stickers on it. Given the schedule that I currently have, I probably would have finished that project around her 13th birthday.
When Monkey took the box in, she didn’t see all the things that weren’t perfect about it, she saw what was perfect about it. She saw a box transformed into a castle. She didn’t need all the embellishments to have fun. In fact, if I had made her wait until it was up to my standards, she might have never been able to play with it.
Sometimes, good enough is perfect.
Monkey would rather have an unfinished castle to play with than none at all.
For me, if the choice is between doing something that will bring my children joy in an unfinished or imperfect state or between trying for a perfect state that will never happen, I would much rather allow myself the grace to give them imperfection.
It may not be enough for everyone, but for me and Monkey, imperfection is okay.