Have you ever wished that you had a remote control for life? I’ve had one of those weeks that I wish I could put on fast forward. On the home front, things are going well. My son is making some strides in potty training, we went to the pool for the first time and he loves the water… On the work front, we’ve just had one major issue after the other and we still have one day to go. I don’t think there is one person in my department who is not counting down the minutes until the end of the day.

Believe it or not, it was my week that made me think of today’s topic. When we were preparing our application for the agency, we needed to write a biography. Thank goodness they gave us general guidelines or I’d still be writing today. To quote a great book, “it was the best of times and the worst of times.”

I sat down to write the biography and discovered that my fingers did not want to move over the computer keys. Hard to believe from a person who writes in a blog, I was really struggling with what to say. I was very aware that I was not a perfect person, but I didn’t want to write bad things about myself – the last thing anyone wanted was a list of my faults. On the flip side, I didn’t want to write about myself in glowing terms because that seemed a little self-centered.

What it came down to is that I wanted to make sure that what I was writing was what everyone else wanted me to write. I wasn’t concentrating on what I wanted to write. Once I started writing, it all seemed to flow together. It turns out that I wasn’t really bragging or telling on myself. I was creating a story for someone who didn’t know me at all and wanted to get to know me.

The biography was a good stepping stone for our social worker. She used our biographies to ask us questions and get us talking. It wasn’t a hidden test designed to determine we were totally unsuitable parents. Looking back, I realize that I worried too much. Take my advice…don’t sweat the small things. Save the sweat for later, like when you’re chasing your pint-sized monster around the house making a futile attempt to get pajamas on a twenty-nine pound squirming body.

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