I guess you are right about what I am teaching my girls. The very first important mother/daughter I had with Fiona I remember very vividly: it took place in the hospital the day after she was born, when I held her for a couple hours and as I was falling in love with her, I told her that I wanted to be a perfect mommy for her, but I knew already that I wouldn't be, and I hoped she would forgive me for that.

I had almost the exact same conversation with Delia after I came in so whipped from biking. It ended with Delia kissing me and telling me, "Nobody's perfect, Mommy. And that's okay."

Thanks. I remember that, I know that, but I still I need to hear what you've told me here whenever I forget again, every once in a while. I appreciate your taking the time to comment.