Average

I adore my family.  I am proud of each and every one of my girls' accomplishments.  This being said, I have a confession... my children are average. 

Yes, you heard that right.  The three people I gave birth to aren't the absolute best at anything.  They are the best daughters I have, but they won't be knocking anyone's socks off but mine.

Here's why I feel the need to announce this:  almost everyone else seems to have extraordinary children.  Every time I tell anyone about something my girls have done, someone's child did it better/faster/sooner than we did.  Why can't I just be proud of my kid?  Alright... your child is prettier (ahem), smarter (cough), more athletic (sniffle), just all-around better than mine.  Does that make you feel better?  Every test doesn't come home with a 100% stamped at the top.  Every goal isn't scored by the Romero on the field.  None of my children is on the MENSA watch-list. 

I don't see what's wrong with small accomplishments.  I truly don't know what's wrong with average.  There are worse things.  Hell, BY DEFINITION there are worse things than average. 

Sofia is a smart girl who is pretty good at art, but I'm not having her tested to measure her genius.  Eva was born to be outside playing sports, but she's not being recruited by any elite teams.  Maya, well, all I can say about Maya is that she thinks she's the greatest at everything.  And, if you don't agree, she'd be happy to stomp on your toe and pull your eyelashes out until you see the light.

I think your kid is great too.  Really, I do.  If I were the parent of a genius sports star, maybe I'd rub it in the faces of all I meet.  But, alas, I am not.  So let me have my moment.