Over the years my mother-in-law, Linda, has often stated that children teach you to be humble. I never really understood this until I had children of my own.
Sometimes it's their embarrassing actions (growling at people as a greeting or announcing to someone "my booty itches"), but more often for me, it's about accepting that I can't be a perfect mom.
I sent out invitations for Jackson's 3rd birthday party this week. I've always made his invitations myself, but to make things easier on myself I used store bought invitations this time. Jackson decided on a fire truck cake this year and I happened to have some dalmation invitations lying around so I put them to use.
These invitations definitely tried my patience. I had to experiment for over an hour to figure out how to get the text to print on them correctly. After I finally got them all printed I had to assemble the little dog collar/tag embellishment on them. This consisted of threading a plastic cord through a tiny, stiff opening in the paper. I tore most of them and kept forgetting to put the tag on the collar before I threaded it through so I ended up threading that little cord at least twice.
I sent them out anyway, even though they are far from perfect and I didn't really make them myself. That's only one of the million ways I've been humble this week.
So, if you get one of the torn invitations, please understand. I only hope that the fire truck cake I promised him doesn't prove to be more of a lesson in humility.
Hope to see you there!