I remember when my kids were born, holding them, thinking they were perfect in every way, and with Cheryl and me as parents, and having been born into such an amazing extended family, they would grow up to be perfect humans. And I think it’s safe to say I was not the only parent thinking my kids were and would grow up to be perfect.
And yet we know, as humans, no perfect little ones grow up
to be perfect big ones. At least not by the time they learn to talk, no matter
what Pink sings:
Pretty, pretty
please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
Less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
You are perfect
To me
On the other hand, after reading any obituary or going to
any memorial service, by the time we die, you’d think Pink, and we parents, did
indeed have it right.
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