Compromise

Tomorrow Hollyn will be two.

How that is possible, I don't even know, but that's a whole other post.

For now, let's talk about what I'm NOT doing tonight.

I am, in fact, not slaving over cupcakes, making sure each one is perfect with just the right amount of sprinkles and the icing just right.

It's not that I can't do that. I can,and I have. However, sometimes in life you simply must compromise.

So, tomorrow I'll be sending these with Hollyn to share with her friends at 'school':

And you know what?

It will be fine.

She will be happy and proud and feel special....

because she is.

And sending her with super fancy, homemade cupcakes will not make her any less or more special.

I just think that as a mother, we (by this I mean 'I', and I hope I'm not alone in this because that will only make me feel worse....) sometimes put so much pressure on ourselves to be perfect all. the. time. And sometimes, in an attempt to create this perfect scenario 24/7, we fuss and huff and ended up nothing short of frustrated.

So, tonight I'm giving Hollyn a far better gift than homemade cupcakes that she would have appreciated no more than yum-o store bought cookies; I am giving her a happy, non-frustrated mom who has twenty more minutes to spend smooching on her babies.

And that, my friends, is better than homemade cupcakes, even the kind with sprinkles.