Perfection is a Misperceived Notion

I really do have a perfect kid.

I do not, however, mean that literally.

I am not one of THOSE parents who thinks that their child is more perfect than GOD HIMSELF. Those people irk me. I can’t stand them. Their ramblings about how “perfect” their kids are make me homicidal. I have to fight the urge to point out all their kids’ flaws just to make a point because no one, I mean NO ONE is perfect.

Especially not kids.

Kids make mistakes, just like adults. Kids have flaws. It’s life; deal with it. When a parent boasts how “perfect” their kid is, they are sending the wrong message to their child. That poor child grows up disillusioned, more than likely as a spoiled brat, thinking they are perfect, expecting life to be handed to them on a silver platter.

Well, the world doesn’t work that way.

Life is not perfect. In the real world, nothing is ever handed to you on a silver platter. You have to work for what you want. What I mean when I say my child is perfect is that he is perfect for Paul and me.

He is the perfect addition to our little family, flaws and all.

Our goal as parents is to raise Nathan to be ready for the world when he grows up. He has to realize that he’s not a perfect human being, otherwise he will be smacked in the face by reality when he leaves his little nest. The kids who grew up thinking they were flawless and never having to work for what they want cannot handle that reality smack. I don’t want my child to be an egotistical buffoon who thinks everyone owes him. I want him to be ready for reality and mentally capable of dealing with it. That is my job- to teach him everything that I know; the good, the bad, and even the ugly. Unnecessary sheltering will only inhibit his psychological growth and leave him grossly unprepared to deal with life. Granted, some sheltering is necessary- but there is a fine line between what is necessary and what is not. Wearing rose-colored glasses and not accepting his flaws also hampers his psychological growth.

I accept him, flaws and all, and I love him even more for them.


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