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Kate has got me thinking, with her celebratory week of imperfections. 

It's the strangest thing sometimes, blogging. Because we tend to macro focus on the marvellous and edit out the imperfect. This isn't because I'm pretending my life is perfect, for heavens sake, my sisters both read this blog! How long d'ya reckon I'd get away with that?

It's more about what I feel like writing about at the end of the day and what I want to remember. And also what you want to read. 

So rather than write about the rushed day of a meeting I was late for and then had to breastfeed in, about taking Henry out of school early to go to his weekly speech therapy appointment, the lovely cauliflower soup I cooked for dinner that the kids didn't like; well I'd much rather tell you the story of dropping one of Ivy's wee shoes in the rush to get to the meeting and the lovely, lovely woman who passed me in one direction, found it right down the street and bought it all the way back to me. Or about the whispered "I love you guys, I love you" video message Henry left on my iPhone. 

All of it happened today. But only some of it would tend to appear here. 

Am I guilty of presenting the perfect and burying the imperfect? Of course I am. I only blog a fraction of the story, I'm sure you know that! And I want to to spend that precious hour after the kids are in bed before I start doing something else, cherishing the nice bits.

For example the old dude in the lift on the way up to speech therapy today who asked Henry how old he was then proceeded to recite this poem to him: (speech therapy is on level 7!)

When I was one I had just begun

When I was two I was nearly new

When I was three I was hardly me

When I was four I was not much more

When I was five I was just alive

But now I am six I'm as clever as clever

So I think I'll be six now forever and ever.

(A.A.Milne)

 

That was a cool moment. 

So, the view from here. 

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I might be guilty of posting a photo like this. Making some joke about the imperfection of the activity as only three jars does not make a chromatic scale. Or even a pentatonic one. Haha.

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It's a pretty typical Inner Pickle picture, right? Fairly wholesome. Kid in uncoordinated clothing. Bit of IKEA furniture. 

Shall I pan out? 

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Oh look. There's not a small amount of washing on the end of that dining table. If you look closely, there's a bathmat halfway down the left hand pile that used to be a nice grey, now mottled pink. Not even sure what the offending red item in the load was. 

Oh and look…

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She hasn't even finished folding the washing. And if she adds that to the piles on the table they'll probably topple over. That wall's pretty grubby.

Oh, and look…

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The baby's crying. 

And..

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Something's gone horribly wrong with the wholesome musical activity. 

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Oops. 

But you know what?

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It's all about choice.

Choose how you react. Choose how you remember. 

Henry told me tonight that in his workbook at school, where they wrote today what they did on the weekend, of all the fun, family-oriented, thought-out activities he did, he wrote "On the weekend I went to MacDonalds and had an icecream."

Right. Perfect.

xxx

20 Comments on “imperfect

Mammajoy
September 21, 2010 at 9:49 pm

What a great post! I love your perspective on things and I totally agree about how things can appear so perfect when we show a 6×4 snapshot of one event that maybe went okay for 4 minutes but was surrounded by a days worth of near-misses and woopsies. I’m a big fan of what DOESN’T make it onto mine or anyone else’s blog, that’s where real life happens! Rock on girl!!

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Hear Mum Roar
September 21, 2010 at 9:58 pm

I love it. And it’s so true.

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sarah
September 21, 2010 at 10:29 pm

Hey Fi! As great as it is to always read your wonderful stories – it is so nice to read about the not always perfect times. Makes me feel so much more normal!! By the way, I am envious of your tiny washing pile on the table…mine is a whole queen size bed full of folded clothes that never seem to make their way into the cupboards!!

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kellie
September 21, 2010 at 11:13 pm

brilliantly said, and the view looks a little like that around here too {although I find pool tables in little-used rooms make great laundry holding platforms!

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Sue
September 22, 2010 at 5:04 am

Beautiful, my dear. Thanks.

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Nichole
September 22, 2010 at 6:20 am

sweet! life is a little of this and a little of that. after spreading myself thin this morning to my toddler daughter (who’s not so keen on sharing btw) and 9 other preschoolers, I feel like my world is full of imperfections. alas, moments come and moments go. tomorrow will be better, right?

the aa milne poem is one of my faves. cool to be a little boy in an elevator having it recited to you.

check out sew lib’s link to the rhythm of the home article. it cheered me up just right! http://sewliberated.typepad.com/sew_liberated/2010/09/summer-requiem.html

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SB
September 22, 2010 at 8:14 am

Hello lovely Kellie (who has already posted),
Really great blog today Fi!
LOVED the wide shot of the washing and dirty wall etc etc from the small photo of Tilds.

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Sal
September 22, 2010 at 9:23 am

My favourite post of yours yet, m’dear – love, love, love! – especially the last two photos!
Sal xo

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bennoss
September 22, 2010 at 9:40 am

well said fi.
i have to admit, when i read your blogs i sometimes feel a small sting of jelousy. seeing all those delicious meals and fantastic crafts i want you to be MY mum!
good to know you are are human too 😉

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katepickle
September 22, 2010 at 10:35 am

Spot on!

We can choose to let the little imperfections go, to embrace the bigger picture, to laugh at our failings, to remember the good bits and to celebrate life as a whole!

So pleased you jumped on board with this post!

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Heather
September 22, 2010 at 2:56 pm

Lovely post. I just wanted to say that I absolutely love reading your blog. I have a peek at quite a few and yours is one of my favourites.

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innerpickle
September 22, 2010 at 8:54 pm

Ha! This is only two loads I think: all I can fit on my little clothesline. Damn I miss that wonderful big hills hoist in Brisbane! Four loads it could fit!

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innerpickle
September 22, 2010 at 8:56 pm

Thanks for that link Nichole, that was a lovely read. I know, I have always loved AA Milne too. At the first line I knew where the old dude was going, his wife was with him and corrected him once, Henry was fascinated. It was very cool.

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innerpickle
September 22, 2010 at 8:57 pm

Awww. Thanks so much Sal – from the person who introduced me to blogging in the very first place, this means a lot!

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innerpickle
September 22, 2010 at 8:57 pm

Thank you! I really appreciate it!

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Yvette
September 22, 2010 at 10:11 pm

I’m sitting here looking at ( read: ignoring) a three foot tall pile of folding – ok maybe 3 and a half foot.

and the best thing about my day was a Perfect batch of Anzac biscuits… why yes, that was your recipe!

AND I passed on your ‘weekday lasagne’ recipe to a mum friend and she said her kids loved it as well.

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Mummy McTavish
September 22, 2010 at 10:34 pm

Hi, I’ve popped across for the imperfection. I loved reading this, so beautifully said. I can’t wait for my oldest to turn 6 in October so I can teach him that poem. I learnt it when I was 6… so long ago.

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Tricia
October 8, 2010 at 11:13 am

Thanks for the smile.

So true! “Choose how you react. Choose how you remember.”

🙂

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Kirsten
November 17, 2010 at 8:10 pm

Lovely, lovely post. Thanks 🙂

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Littlegreenvillage.wordpress.com
September 30, 2011 at 7:58 pm

Its all about being in the present and noticing beautiful moments. You are so right when you say we choose what we remember.

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