Amanda, our second born, cut the thick rye bread on a cutting board across from the sink. The remnants of the bread scattered over the counter onto the floor. I bent down to sweep up the debris, and she said, "I have always felt the weight of your perfectionism."
Annie, our firstborn, and I were talking on the phone, and she was recounting a conversation with her Internal Family Systems (IFS) colleagues. They had inquired about my perfectionism and how many generations it had been in our family lineage. Annie hoped that I could let a lot of that go so she and her siblings would not have to bear the weight and pass it on to their children.
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