It is this last characteristic of perfectionism that gave me the most trouble. I was so busy trying to discover what others said was “right” that I neglected to listen to my own heart. At the time, however, I was too unsure of myself even to know such an option existed.
As the years progressed, however, I suspected something was amiss in the way I viewed parenting — ; and life in general. Other parents seemed to expend a lot less energy and have more fun in the process. I also noticed that their children usually seemed to be doing just fine. So with determination I set about changing myself. Yet major personality changes aren’t made overnight. By the time I had become more relaxed, less of a perfectionist, and less controlling, my children were well on their way to becoming young adults.