Lately we've been enjoying the song "Free To Be Me" by Francesca Battistelli. The chorus goes:
I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
And on my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me
Our free-spirited daughter has latched onto it as her theme song. It's fun to see her dancing around and singing at full volume about rips in her jeans. But our deep-thinking son listens intently to the lyrics and wants to know, "Why is perfection her enemy? Isn't perfection a good thing?" That's one for the Question Jar. If you have an answer, please leave a comment.
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