No one could be more imperfect than the members of my immediate family. The people that I live with–that I breathe in and out with right there beside me for all my days–are the ones I know the best. And the more deeply you know a person, the more imperfections you see.
There’s no better example of this phenomenon than on a family vacation. It’s a time of togetherness and closeness that’s much more lengthy than the brief moments squeezed in to everyday life and hustle. With space to breathe and be and rest together comes up-close looks at each other.
I see one child’s insecurities and dramatic flairs on a whole new level. I see one child’s impulsive decisions and annoying habits. I see one child’s OCD tendencies trying to dominate the schedule. We’ve all got our things. Our quirks and our weaknesses that are a big part of us. When you put all that together times five people, it’s called family.
But just as I start to decide our teenager can’t stand being with us based on the vibes I’m getting, she reaches out and holds dad’s hand. And in that moment, everything imperfect fades away.
When we’re tired and we’ve disagreed on where, when and what to eat. When the children are drinking out of all the straws and once and you’re just waiting for them to spill. And then a child prays the most appreciative and heart-felt prayer before dinner…
When I say “Let’s take a selfie to remember this day!”, and I look back at my phone to find this, I literally fight back tears.
The beautiful thing is that love covers imperfections. Love wins out over tendencies and quirks. Love will not be overcome by the grouchy, hangry or OCD family members in my midst. Love means that when you are with your people, they are free to be their most imperfect selves. And your days, or at least many of the moments, will feel quite perfect.