Kari Tyree

Once upon a time I was a young student worried about my performance on an upcoming test or project. My mom told me, “you know we don’t expect you to be perfect; just do your best.” “But, Mom!” I responded, “What if my best is a 100?”

Yes, I am a perfectionist. Recalling this story made me reflect on how I’ve been feeling lately as I relate to my new daughter. I’m trying to take care of her in the best ways, which often makes me anxious that I may not be measuring up. I worry about making mistakes. But yesterday as I thought about my own mom and how much little girls learn from their mothers, I realized what a disaster it would be if I got everything right, and what a mess we’d be in if I never messed up.

My daughter will gain tremendously from my imperfections. She will see someone make mistakes but not give up trying. She will see a woman who is loved by her husband despite not being the ideal wife. She will experience living with someone who isn’t afraid to welcome friends over even though she doesn’t have the house in order. She will learn that grace is not earned. She will learn that God works in our lives when we are weak, and that we don’t have to work harder to make Him pleased with us.

I hope my mistakes will help my daughter learn that she is valuable not because of how well she performs, but just because she is preciously made in God’s image. I hope she sees relationships as being more important than trivial tasks. I hope she knows for herself the beautiful truth that God chooses to love unconditionally. He accomplishes His purposes through us despite our imperfections, and this brings Him glory!