the joy of good enough
I’m not sure what this says about me, but sometimes I am thunderstruck by a twist on the same old typical advice. Listening to a book on CD today, I almost had to pull over the car, overwhelmed by recognition, relief and mixed-up conviction by this:
“I meet many parents who are trying so hard to be perfect parents, to make everything just right for their children, that they are draining away their pleasure in parenting. They’re too exhausted and too unconsciously resentful to enjoy the amazing show of childhood. . .
. . . My advice to all of these parents is to tolerate some low-quality time. Have a little less ambition for yourself and your children. Plan nothing. Disappoint your kids with your essential mediocrity and the dullness of your home. Just hang around your children and wait to see what develops. Strive to be a good enough parent, not a great one. It can make everyone in the family relax, and paradoxically, make life richer.”
I print this not to be pessimistic, but with the hope of accepting and celebrating ourselves and our children right where we are.
May we all remember to celebrate the joy of being good enough.