As I alluded to in an earlier post, yesterday was a tough day at our house. But last night, my son got home from a meeting and apologized to me for the stuff that had happened in the morning. He said he's "working on things" and then dropped the "Progress, not perfection" line on me. After I thought about it for a minute, I realized that that should be the goal with him: Progress. Not perfection. As wonderful as it would be, I really can't expect things to change quickly. It's definitely going to take some time.
Yes, last night my son taught me something. And for that I am grateful.
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