Originally Posted by Steve
In my mind, I always hold my father up as the standard. He always does things well (in my mind) because he works hard at it, and anything less isn't something he does. My little brother is in his mid- forties and still goes to therapy over this 'issue'. I guess all three of us boys just idolize our father and set our own expectations way too high. We see the good in our work, but the flaws just nag at us.
Yes, you are right Yvonne, I know in my heart you are. The beauty should trample the insecurity right out of there. If I spent even half the energy working harder as I do grumbling and fretting, improvements would be a given.
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Of course I'm right, Steve! :mrgreen: I didn't say it would be easy but you just have to learn. I think that's hard for everyone to learn to just say, "Thank you!" and not say, oh, but did you notice... Someone wise once told me that when you do that you are slamming the other persons judgement. "Oh, you don't know what you're talking about. Look at this!" and I know you don't want to do that!
I can also understand growing up with parents who, in my eyes, were perfect! My dad was a carpenter. In the last home he built for our mother he used knotty pine in the kitchen. He matched the knots on the cupboard doors. You could hardly see where the opening was because it looked like one piece of wood! He was the ultimate craftsman. Our mother was a homemaker and made all of our clothes. We were the best dressed girls in our little town. At least we felt that way! Mom and Dad always expected us to do our best. I can remember bringing home an all 'A' report card with one A-. Dad was proud and I could tell but he looked at me and said, "Well, there's room for improvement!" :lol:
I used to ask our daughters the famous question, "Did you do your best?" That was all I requested of them. Do your best and be proud of it!
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