“Have no fear of perfection — you’ll never reach it.”
Today’s story is from Elisabeth Hirsch.
Nerdy. Needy. In my own skin uneasy. My name is Elisabeth. When I was a teen, I was awkward back then. Stumbled on stones. Uneasy in groups. Tongue-tied with cute boys. Even my clothes didn’t look right.But here’s the thing. It didn’t make sense. My mom was voted homecoming queen when she was my age. And Dad? Handsome. Confident. Suave. He always knew what to do, what to say. No wonder. My father was a star quarterback when he was my age.
Mom and Dad just didn’t “get me” — especially Dad. For him it had always been easy. Day after day, he soared through life. Touchdown. Score! Whatever Dad did, crowds seemed to roar.
While me? One fumble after another. The world watched me stumble through life. Until it happened. Dad and I went for groceries. Walking into the store, Dad’s foot caught on the rug. Face-first toward the tile floor he plunged, as others looked on.
I was embarrassed for Dad. Things like that had happened to me… too often it seemed. But now, at least, Dad knew just how I felt. People around us gawked. Gasped. I even heard a giggle. What would he do? I thought. Run away, red-faced like me?Not quite. Dad lifted himself up. He straightened his bolo tie. I braced myself for the look on his face. And then it appeared — a grin ear-to-ear.
“This store is so great, people are falling over themselves to get in!” It’s true. That’s what my dad stood up and said. Everyone laughed — yes, even me. The spell was broken.
I grabbed Dad’s hand, smile on my face. Into the store we marched — a confident duo of daughter & dad.
Two things I learned that day:
Take life in stride. And, when you fall on your face, stand up with grace.
Remember, life isn’t “perfect” for anyone, even all-stars like Dad.