Giving myself space to be imperfect is not my strongest skill. I know I’m not perfect. I know nothing I do in my life will be without flaws. That imperfection is vexatious only because I am constantly fighting myself to get to the next level. After we stayed with Marie’s dad stayed for the night he mentioned that she doesn’t really listen to us. That she’s got an attitude. He gave some suggestions, and they were good, but at the end of the day I looked within myself. Lately I feel like I’ve been resorting to grumpy dad too often. That means I’ll have a tone in my voice and I’ll be short and I’ll be cranky. Since then I’ve been trying to breathe more to balance myself. I’ve been taking the time Amelia deserves and giving her more, as well. She gets grumpy because she feels rushed. And I know all she wants to do is live at her own pace.