We (Mr. December and I) just got off a zoom call with people from university—the cast and crew of a show called Skule Nite, in which Mr. D played in the band. It was pretty cool to see all those people twenty years later.
In other news, it took K over an hour to get a single thank-you note written (for her Bat Mitzvah gifts.) I don’t get why writing is so hard for her, but it is. I got an inkling of an idea why when she said, “This one sounds dumb. I won’t send something that sounds so dumb. If you can’t do it perfectly you shouldn’t bother doing it at all.”
Ooof, perfectionism. It can be so crippling. How do I get my kid to accept that sometimes good enough really is?