Perfection

It seems yesterday that i turned around to look at my wonderful little cuddle bundle under the theatre lights post delivery. He was so tiny and all red. With spiky hair and tiny eyes he looked more a chinese!

Sid is now almost turned two and is a toddler. That time flies is so true. Every morning after I finish all the house hold tasks and my husband is off to work, its our playtime.
Once he finishes breakfast and bath we go out for a stroll around the apartment. We are both running - he after butterflies and puppies ; me behind him.

This whole week its been quiet hot and sunny so to restrain his outdoor urge i have been inventing games and tasks to keep him occupied at home. The criteria being that -it should be amusing to catch his attention, entertaining to keep him at the task for at least half an hour or more and simple for me too to perform the act.
His first love has always been drawing..crayons, color pencils etc etc. What i draw for him is standard - bus , cars , lorry and latest craze being jeeps. In all colors and shapes his drawing book is filled with the modes of transport. Boys start off early with their motor craze don they?

Today morning i decided i should introduce him to the art of paper crafts. In the beginning i was using different colored papers to create boats , planes , birds and all that i knew and remembered making. He wanted me to make a flower and a bus. I then took out the scissors and started cutting the paper into different shapes. Shapes that he loved the most - star, moon, flowers etc etc. Initially i was sticking them on to his drawing book, but slowly we attacked the wall in the living room. He enjoyed it so much, trying to touch them, identifying the colors , watching me carefully during the process of sticking it and all. 

I noticed that some of the flowers i had cut were not symmetrical. Imperfect butterflies, flowers , leafs and all came popping out of my production house. I could not stop thinking that in reality gods creations in nature are never imperfect. Every flower on the tree , every leaf all are perfectly symmetrical and in shape.  It is so beautifully done.
 Of-course over a period of time and with practice i agree that we all can become experts in what we do ; so is it that god took his time to become a perfectionist, and in our spiritual quest...isn't it that we all are looking to be perfectionists in each of our tasks? I wondered as i stuck the last one for the day , a yellow butterfly, on the wall.  I looked at Sid, his eyes full of awe and lips curved into a smile; my gift from god which is so perfect, that everything seems magical.