not afraid of perfection

There is a voice. A beautiful, sweet voice that is also capable of loud hollering that makes me, the shy mother, uncomfortable.  Uncomfortable but also absolutely in love with the little, loud voice that reverberates in the big yoga room and store warehouse and causes people to look at me (us) warily.  This world is for us.

He is not crawling. He has no teeth. I am okay with all of this. I am okay with him remaining little a little longer. His smile is big. His tolerance of my motherly fumblings is big. His dislike of the carseat, very big. 

Now he is asleep beside me. We have not trained him to sleep other than beside us, and we have not taught him to fall asleep other than while nursing. These are just the mistakes that come to mind.  I'm sure there are more.