Wabi Sabi. That is what I am trying to practice nowadays. It is all about appreciating the beauty in the imperfect. Now, I see my laugh lines as signs that I laughed and loved a lot. My stretchmarks are my battle scars and warrior tattoos that prove that I am indeed a mother. And my messy house is a constant reminder that our house is filled with improvised toys, peek-a-boos and make-believe games.