expectations

so I know I just posted a few hours ago, but tonight I had to pull Mae out of the crib and give her the bottle for about five minutes before she would actually give up and fall asleep. And while she was sleeping I starting thinking how perfect she was, and sinless, and beautiful. And I started to tear up (I do admit I had a shot of rum in me at this point) because I am not perfect. I feel so inadequate next to her perfection. And the idea that she will grow up thinking I'm beautiful and the most wonderful woman in the world is overwhelming, because I am a very imperfect person. That's part of the power of being a mom.