Or, how I learned that Pinterest perfection is nothing compared to real life perfection
Last week, during after school care, one of the girls asked if I could make birthday invitations. I looked at her for a long moment before saying yes and asking her why she wanted to know this. She told me her mum kept forgetting about them and that she wanted to make them by herself now but needed some help so she decided to ask me since I’m the “crafts person” in our group. And well, how could I possibly deny this request?
Long story short, we discussed what she wanted to make and I told her I would gather some templates and materials for the following day, sealing the deal with a pinky promise (her idea) and watching her leave with a huge smile on her face (but not before giving me a big hug).
And of course I got into full gear as soon as I got home and started searching the web for further idea and got everything we would need, hoping for the best possible outcome.
The next day she greeted me with the same excitement and we sat down and outlined everything, her telling me what exactly she wanted on the cards and me telling her what was and wasn’t possible while trying to include most of her wishes.
It’s a tricky job, she had endless ideas and I had to stop her, something I don’t really like to do but having to keep the time in mind (and the effort and endurance it would take).
By then I had this beautiful image of the finished invitations in mind and as we started crafting it soon dawned on me that the reality would look a lot different from the image created in my mind.
Now this is where I usually jump in and try to correct all the “flaws” I see but this time I held myself back when I saw how happy she was about how everything was coming together.
It was all crooked and full of glue but it was something she imagined, something she made with her own hands (and a little help, of course) and it made her so incredibly proud that I couldn’t help but love it too.
When we started I had pictured the perfect invitations, thinking if anyone deserved them it was her, and even though the outcome was not what I had expected it was still everything she (we) needed because in her eyes they were perfect and that’s what made them perfect in my eyes too.
PS: I was glueing the confetti onto the card one by one and she asked what was taking me so long and when I explained myself she looked at me and said “Well, you could also just put a lot of glue on the card and sprinkle the confetti onto it, duh” – I mean, obviously. Sometimes adults are really complicated and have funny ideas, but we can’t all be as awesome as kids, can we?