For my dad to take two weeks off of work to drive out west
was unheard of. I don’t remember him as a man who could relax easily.
Construction is a hard-working job where he had to take advantage of the good
weather in the summer months to get his work done to provide for our family.
The fact that we gardened much of our five acre property didn’t make it any
easier to get away. Somehow, he was able my parents were able to let go
of everything to create memories that are cherished in my dad’s absence today.
(My mom teases me that I always talk about the way my dad
created memories. I do realize the part my mom played. It’s just that my mom
was always there for us. I didn’t long for her time the way I did my dad’s. Thank you, mom, for being humble enough to
cultivate memories that likely left you feeling on the sidelines. I’m grateful
for all you did to make family memories happen.)
So here I am busy planning a fairytale vacation, all the
while doing my best to keep it from our children. That means I’m still hosting
an open house for my daughter’s 11th year of life. And when my
mother-in-law’s neighbor unexpectedly gifted us with a set of bedroom
furniture, we decided it was God’s nudging to graduate Nikelle from the dorm style
bedroom shared with her two younger sisters to her very own room (birthday wish
list #1). Ideally, this would all happen before her birthday party (one week
before we leave on vacation).
I had just about given up on this idea when grandma offered
to take the girls overnight. It was the ideal opportunity to set my plan into
motion. I was determined to create the best birthday surprise for her, fresh
paint and all. Yep, I’m crazy… and I want it all to be perfect.
I once heard it said that if you procrastinate on projects until
you can do it just right, you are a perfectionist. That defines me to a tee. It’s
also why I get nothing accomplished.
Last weekend I finally admitted the need to give up on my
idea of perfect. Reality hit that I had bit off more than I could chew and I had
to admit my limitations. My daughter was surprised with her own room painted exactly
the same way it was when she entered the world 11 years ago (with a mural of
Little Suzy’s Zoo characters in Noah’s Ark). It doesn’t match the rest of the
décor but we could still present her with her own room.
Nikelle was so overjoyed that she was choked up as she
thanked God for her own room during family prayer time that evening. Later, as
I explained my desire to paint her room, my daughter surprised me. “I don’t want you to paint over the mural!
Carrie made that for me when I was born.”
I need to remember my daughter’s response. While I thought I
had let her down, she was thrilled. Rarely, do my girls’ react to the disappointment
I create for them.

As we set out to surprise them with a magical vacation, I
must let go of my expectations. (PLEASE REMEMBER WE ARE STILL TRYING TO SURPRISE THEM. SHHH!!!) The enchantment will not be in the experiences
I try to create for them. Our children have no hopes for this experience. They
don’t even know where they are going! Magic happens because we are sharing this
time together away from all the demands of home. That’s the captivating
experience I’ll be reaching for this summer!
What expectations are you setting your children up for that
you need to let go of this summer?
(Today is the Third Thursday of the month. Time for the Hearts at Home Home Blog Hop! This month's topic: No More Perfect Vacations. Head over to Jill's blog
to read more.)
(Today is the Third Thursday of the month. Time for the Hearts at Home Home Blog Hop! This month's topic: No More Perfect Vacations. Head over to Jill's blog
to read more.)

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