When I was a kid I handmade a card for my mom for BDay. She told me to stop handmaking her cards cause cards bought at the store mean more. Broke my little kid heart.

My daughter is almost four and I was making something for her for school (a bag) and I said something along the line “Oh no, I think I screwed up. The bag doesn’t look as nice as I wanted” to my husband and my daughter was there to. She looked at me and looked at the bag and said “It’s okay to screw up sometimes, mom. The bag doesn’t have to be perfect, it looks very good.” I was so stunned. I was the golden child and perfection was expected of me all the time. I would have been certainly punished for messing up. I thanked her but I cried in my bath afterwards. I know she is just saying something I told her in the past, but gosh I feel my kid is healing me sometimes.