Erasers

My daughter is 12 and a perfectionist. Her room is perfect. Her closet is perfect. Her drawers are neatly organized. When she was in third grade her homework became the crisis. She wanted her paper perfect with no eraser marks and perfectly spaced, centered. You get the picture. One evening she was doing her homework on the dining table and became very frustrated with her math problems because she was having to erase. She became so upset and I became upset. I was afraid she would never get it done if it had to be perfect. She began crying and started all over again for the tenth time. I tried to explain to her that working out the problems would require erasing because she would make mistakes. That was a memorable moment. My daughter and I have enjoyed looking back and laughing about the eraser crisis. Isn't life funny? Mistakes are made. Some can be erased and no one will ever know, except God. Some leave evidence behind that can help us solve the problem. Some are so deep we tear the paper erasing. Hopefully we can start all over and try again. We are not perfect and we all make mistakes. My thought on this is to instill in our children that our love for them is always written so deep in our hearts that nothing can erase it. Perfection.