I’ve passed on some questionable habits to my kids. These include perfectionistic tendencies and a desire for daily dessert (although I blame the latter on Matty B).
But every once in awhile they pick up something good from me.
A few weeks ago the university sponsored a 5k to raise money for breast cancer awareness. I’ve run by myself every year since we’ve lived in Walla Walla (remember two years ago when I rolled my ankle?) and this year I thought I might like a buddy.
J Man ran/walked 7 miles in his school’s annual jog-a-thon so I knew that he was capable.
As it turns out, he was the youngest runner and even got a “shout out” in a news release on the university website.
That’s the perfectionist coming out.