A Serious Moment With Mediocre Stacy
There is a message on this site that needs to reach the masses. See, life isn’t perfect. It never has been, it never will be. Now, Mediocre Stacy has been at this parenting thing for quite some time. Her oldest son is on the downhill slide to 30, so she’s witnessed a lot over the years. Many successes, but more importantly, many failures as well. There is a growth and a strength that rises from the ashes of failure. Even the best laid plans can end in a manner we weren’t anticipating. Mediocre Stacy has always taught her three sons that failing is simply a natural part of life.
Mediocre Stacy has also taught her sons, that regardless of how special she thought they were, the moment they walked out that front door, no one else in the world thought the same of them. That every step towards an end goal, could potentially be quite painful. That having that end goal in sight, didn’t necessarily mean they would reach it. Don’t misunderstand this, Mediocre Stacy greatly encouraged her children, and set expectations for them.
But for so many years, Mediocre Stacy has watched women/mothers around her, relay their lives to others through rose tinted glasses. How accomplished the women stated they were. How accomplished these women stated their kids were. When in reality, there was great failure in both their professional and personal lives. In a world obsessed with narcissism, in a world where a child is rewarded for just showing up; Mediocre Stacy believes that this serves as a detriment to a child’s development. There is a healthy level of humility that we all must carry around with us, because in the blink of an eye, what you once thought you were, what you once put all of your efforts and worth into; can disappear. No person should judge their personal value based upon what is deemed different than others. After all, most people have something that could be defined as different than others.
Take Mediocre Stacy for example . . . An avid exerciser. It means nothing to Mediocre Stacy to ride her bike 150 miles a week. That’s normal for her. Or to climb a mountain, pushing herself so hard, she’s pretty sure she’s going to pass out. Or torture herself weightlifting, to reach that goal of benchpressing her own body weight. Now, some might would think this is special. It isn’t. These are simply her chosen activities to stay fit and healthy. Everyone has something unique to them. Mediocre Stacy even has a new career developing that some would think is Super. She simply views it as a natural development in regard to the path that she has been on. In fact, this developing career has increased her level of humility.
Mediocre Stacy believes that the current *Everybody is Special* mentality is damaging this country. There are too many parents out there who are raising their children to believe that they’re better than everyone else, and that they will most definitely stand out. This is not true. In fact, most people are average. It has been the goal of Mediocre Stacy, on this site, to promote the fact that, IT’S OKAY TO BE MEDIOCRE. There is no reason to reach out to people, who in reality don’t even matter, to try and convince them that you’re Super. It actually is okay to fall down. It actually is okay to dust yourself off, and put effort into something else you think might be a better use of your time and effort. The real world, the adult world; well, it ain’t youth soccer. You don’t get a trophy for just showing up to work on time.
This ain’t just me talking, looks like a smart person think the same thing.
Having “earned” more than one participation ribbon in my lifetime, and considering it an accomplishment one year to not be pinned in a JV wrestling match, I concur that we are not all special. At least, not in the same way. The trick, I think, is to find the talent that makes one unique, and find the people who appreciate that talent and think the holder of the talent special.
My sister, a kindergarten teacher, is bombarded every year with parents who proclaim their child to be so advanced that they don’t “even need” kindergarten, and they should probably be skipped into the first grade. Guess what? Most of those “gifted” children turn out to be “average.”