The Perfection Perspective
The elevator doors opened, and I instantly heard a very familiar sound. Screaming, shrieks, piercing giggles, and futile correction. I breathed a small sigh of relief as my own children marched somewhat quietly to the hotel dining room and gave a compassionate smile and “good morning” to an obviously tired momma and clearly overwhelmed daddy as we passed by their table. Dad had three kids probably under the age of three all squirming on his lap which made him look…