Welcome to my new series, tentively titled Why I am an Awesome Parent and You're Not. This is just a working title, you know, like Snakes on a Plane.

Today's lesson is There are things your child will suck at. I'm not sure what hippy love fest came up with that "you can do whatever you put your mind to!" nonsense, but rest assured if your pwecious gets cut from the baseball team there's probably a reason, and no, 'creative' spelling doesn't count on the test. Sometimes, if you try hard enough you can become mediocre, but there's just going to be certain things that require some inborn talent that the kid doesn't have. It's not going to matter what coaches I pay for, nor how much time she spends, Bri isn't going to be any sort of an athelete. The kid has nearly broken her ankle twirling in the living room for god's sake. I am hoping that she comes to realize this herself, and I don't have to personally crush her dreams of dancing in the National Ballet. You may think me cruel for saying out loud let alone pronoucing it to the world, but I don't see the point of letting her drag an impossible dream around for years when she could use that energy to drag around a possibe dream. Write a book? Sure! Play professional golf? Notsomuch. That's not to say you can't keep doing something you suck at if you enjoy it. If it's fun, and you're not bankrupting yourself doing it, go nuts. I am terrible at strategy board games, yet I keep playing them every week. I have yet to win, but I play. I don't go entering any tournements or anything. This lesson has a second part, which is When you realize your child sucks at something, try not to snicker too loudly or other parents will stare at you. At least the ones who haven't learned lesson 1 anyways.