The unvoiced thoughts and ideas of a septegenarian.


on May 30, 2012


I’m no different than most parents who want their children to excel, to be the best, to rise to the top of the ladder. Some, in seeking to achieve that end, enroll their kids in prestigious private schools the day the child is born.  Others encourage their children to participate in so many activities the poor kid can’t decide what he enjoys the most or wants to pursue.  Our public schools, with their emphasis on performance, are complicit in this endeavor.  There’s nothing wrong with encouraging a child to do well academically but a “C” student ought not be made to feel like a failure if “C” is the best he can do.


I know a father who dragged his kid into the shower with him every morning and forced the child to recite the multiplication tables. Not exactly a father-son bonding experience is it?  Guess what kind of a relationship that child has with his father today. The closest my father – an average guy – ever came to doing such a thing was to occasionally rap me on the head and say, “You’ve got a brain. Use it.”


Perhaps one of the components of a parenting class ought to be “We’re Not All Geniuses.”



Wasn’t valedictorian of my class

No blue ribbons for me

Once won a Betty Crocker Award

Deserve a few points in a mommy contest


Won’t score 150 on an I.Q. test

Will never own a patent

I play a decent game of Bridge

Scrabble is my forte


Didn’t write a best seller

Didn’t rise to fame

Can edit poor prose

Turn it into a winner


Can’t play like Mozart

Sing like a lark

Paint portraits or sunflowers

Can put you to shame in the kitchen


Not going to have a fortune

Live in a penthouse

Buy a Ferrari

But not yet quite broke


Missed having a heart stopping romance

Don’t have hordes of friends

My family’s enough for me


Got short changed in the beauty department

No long curly hair, no sexy legs

No dimples, a Barbie-doll figure

Cute’s not so bad


Was dealt average cards

Not a royal flush

Never hit the jackpot

On a one-armed bandit

But I win at gin rummy.


Was minimally programmed

Missing a few genes in the brain department

Have come to appreciate

And accept who I am.

Just average is okay.


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Julie Rose



One response to “AVERAGE

  1. janet says:

    So true, Julie. In this time of competition in
    every aspect of childhood, it seems that average is never good enough for most parents. A report card full of Cs is as good as failure. Although far from perfect, I wouldn’t trade my childhood of freedom and carefree learning for the stress-filled days of most kids growing up today.

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