For myself, and for my children especially, I sometimes struggle with the learning curve idea.
They have lived in this house for years now.
They should know how things are done here.
There are some black and whites in life that I see, in my mind's eye, running along a straight continuum. But that dreaded learning curve is filled with color that varies from deep intense shades to pastels that sometimes are hard to see.
Finding the soft spot where my job as a mother includes BOTH holding on AND letting go. How do I hold my arms out just far enough to be helpful, but not so far that the curve doesn't get a chance to bend and form a tall arch?
In this whole process, when do I accept good enough from myself?