Great expectations

I have always been a 'predictable' person. What i mean is that i have always done what is expected from me.  As the youngest child of four, i was spoiled but have never turned out to be a brat.  I was described as the sweet, obedient girl.  The kind of girl parents like to show as example.

Of course, at school, i was always the best student in class.  Afterall, wasn't it what was expected from me.  I remember, one time, I was second in class instead of being first.  I cried for days. How was that possible?? Then, i felt like i had given my parents the biggest disappointed of their life.  They had, in vain, rtied to explain that it was nothing like that but...the little 'miss perfect' could not accept defeat.

Today, I am a grown up...finally.  I have my own life.  I am myself a mother and i wonder if I am still doing what is expected from me.  Somewhere, somehow, that little miss perfect is still there.  The most unexpected thing i did in my life was to marry someone who has a totally different culture from mine, from the other side of the world!.  This is a challenge i keep up with everyday.  My life is everything except PREDICTABLE.

Judging a bird by its feathers

Have you ever spent hours preparing and cooking something and then feel terribly down when you see that it does not look quite like the photo in the cook book? Well i have and i guess lots have been through this. The question is, what do i do then? Throw it away and say to yourself that you will never do it again? or that you must have done a mistake somewhere?
It happened to me today(again!). Here i was, making this so easy( that's what they say) apple crumble and when it was ready, i must admit that it looked horrible! However i was pleasantly surprised to see the 'I-reached-heaven' look on my husband face when he took the first bite! It was a wow! Could that terrible looking thing i made be so delicious and i risked myself to try it and oh my...that was SOMETHING! 
So, believe me guys, never judge a bird by its feathers...taste it ( no, i don't eat birds!). Ugliness, my friends, can be the screen behind which is hiding most wonderful delight.