I Hate Good Enough
Sometimes I hate the term “good enough.” I hate it because it is used far too frequently as an excuse for laziness and or a half hearted effort. It is what you say when you don’t have time to do a job properly and are forced to compensate with doing a good enough job to get by.
It is a habit that I don’t want my children to develop. I don’t want them to just get by, I want them to excel. I want them to be proud of everything that they do. I want them to go to sleep and feel good about about themselves because they know that they did their best.
I’d like to say that I have never been guilty of using good enough as an excuse. I’d like to say that it is something outside of my personal experience, but that would be untrue. Most of my education was marked by doing work that was good enough. I wasn’t always disciplined enough to put in the effort that I was capable of, but I was good enough to produce A’s and B’s across the board. Very few classes challenged me and few teachers reached out so I was content to stay with good enough.
Part of the problem was that I couldn’t see the value in grades. They didn’t make sense to me then and still don’t now. They aren’t really indicative of anything of importance to me. I am not impressed by students who held a 4.0 and I am not turned off by those who had failing grades either.
It is a contradictory position to take, to rail on about how grades are meaningless while complaining about submitting work that is good enough. But life is filled with contradiction and what I am concerned about is teaching my children how to avoid the pitfalls that snared me.
My grandfather OBM used to say that “you can’t screw an old head on young shoulders.” It is by far one of my favorite sayings and memories. Because what I am trying to do is just that. I am trying to stuff almost 41 years of life experience into heads that haven’t had the experiences I have had and can’t always see the connections. Cause and effect only goes so far with them.
And it is safe to say that some of what I am trying to teach them about life is related to my own hangups. That doesn’t make me any different than any other father. I understand that. And I understand that there are moments when good enough is the best that you can hope for, but that doesn’t change my vision of the past, the present or the future.
If you read between the lines of some of these posts you’ll see that I am hung up on the road not taken and unfulfilled potential. Sometimes it drives me and sometimes it haunts me. I go to battle and or run from those demons more often than I like to admit.
Sometimes I see that in my son. I look in his eyes and I see what lies beneath the surface. I understand that he is always listening. I understand that he remembers those who did him wrong and that he takes mental notes of what was unfair. I get it, because I do it too.
The guy who asked my girlfriend to sleep with him in 1988 is memorialized in the Jack wants to kick your ass again hall of fame. I rarely think about it, but when I do I always think that it would feel good to kick him in the balls once or twice. Silly isn’t it, twenty two years later to have any thoughts like that.
So I don’t want that for my son. I want him to be more like his sister, let things go. It is a happier, healthier way of life. Overall I like what I see and what I hear. He is focused at school and he works hard. I want to foster that so that he doesn’t slip into good enough.
The dark haired beauty is a different story. Her older brother is her hero. She wants to do everything that he does and is always willing to put the effort in. I suspect that this will continue to manifest itself in school. She drives herself there and works exceptionally hard all with the hopes of catching him.
In the midst of all this is the conundrum of how to push and motivate them to do better than good enough without being a slave driver. Their best efforts don’t have to translate into a perfect score. I won’t be a taskmaster. I won’t be feared, respected yes, but feared no.
It is a crazy thing, this gig called parenting. Every day there are thoughts and feelings to be worked through and with. Every day a push to give more, to take that extra step. Every a day a new opportunity and a new chance to try and do better than good enough.
Habits. That is what so much of this comes down, habits. In the end the final contradiction is that you hope that you do a good enough job of raising your children to make them productive and independent members of society.
Ain’t life grand.