“You’re just like my father—always pointing out my mistakes,reacting too much,blaming me.”
My husband says this to me sometimes.
And I pause.
Not because I agree.
But because it makes me reflect.
I don’t know much about his father.
But I do know this:
Sometimes I do get irritated when mistakes are repeated.
Not because I think he’s incapable.
But because I know how intelligent, talented, and capable he truly is.
That’s the truth.
And that’s where the problem begins.
When you love someone deeply and admire them on so many levels,
you unconsciously put them on a pedestal.
You expect them to “know better.”
To “do better.”
To not mess up the way others might.
Because in your eyes—they’re not like others.
You know them so well, they are so smart to do a stupid mistake !!!
But that’s unfair.
We forget that even the most brilliant minds
can forget to turn off the lights,
say something without thinking,
or overlook small things in the rush of daily life.
And yet we hold them to higher standards
because we see their potential so clearly.
But love is not about potential.
It’s about presence.
About grace.
About letting the people we adore
be human around us—again and again.
So maybe I am like his father sometimes.
But I’m learning.
To pause.
To breathe.
To accept.
To remember that mistakes don’t shrink a person’s greatness.
They make space for softness, understanding, and connection.
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