My children are superstars. Yes they are.
Are they elite athletes, no. Are they genius scholars, no. Are they future musical prodigies, doesn’t look like it. Are they happy, seems so. Are they caring, most of the time. Are they thoughtful, most days.
They are normal kids. They are getting swept up, like we all do, in peoples highlight reels. The Facebook filter. The instagram perfect photos. Okay, maybe they aren’t and only I am… The real world is not social media. I remind myself of this on days that I feel the pull to demand more of them, to demand more of me. I remind myself of what I was doing at their ages, and it definitely wasn’t winning any Pulitzer Prize (or any grand achievement for that matter). It was playing in the woods, swimming in the river, riding my horses, playing in the play ground. Those are the things I remember.
So when you see everyone’s highlight reels of kids holding up trophies, their grand expeditions, their exotic travels and their other various accolades. Remember that most of us are living normal lives, with normal kids, having fun in the woods and playing in the stream. And that’s enough. In fact, it’s more than enough.