I wrote in yesterday’s post how parenting made my perfectionism very palpable. I described several situations where certain playful activities with my son elicited an almost visceral response to my perfectionist soul – regardless how much I enjoy the activities themselves.
I think the concept was easy to follow, but I had nothing to illustrate it with.
This morning my boy and I played stickers. A very silly activity where stickers have to be stuck on indicated destination patches. Easy peasy! Yes, but also very easy to go rogue and stick stuff all over the place. Guess how that makes me feel…. Haha. But I came prepared today. I tried not to place my stickers too perfectly, and encouraged my son to do the same. This is the ultimate exposure therapy!
Perfectionists will probably understand what I mean by looking at the pictures below. We had a lot of fun, and judging by the look on his face and his behavior, I think he was super proud of his work. If that ain’t perfection, I don’t know what is…