Yes, yes, I know. Your pitchforks are drawn; your torches are lit. You’ve cornered the beast in the old windmill. Even through all of this effort in killing the monster who dared to say such an abominable thing, your child still isn’t perfect. Let me explain.
I have heard the phrase “My child is perfect!” more times than I’ve heard “And what size would you like?” from Chick-fil-A (It’s large, Helen. It’s always large.). Every time I hear it, I know one thing: The parent is in denial about something being different about their child than they expected.
When you call a child “perfect,” you’re setting them up for failure later in life. Perfection is as good as it can get. Perfection means your child is at their peak. Perfection is, in essence, a stop to growing as a person. Can you honestly tell me your child can and should no longer continue becoming a better person? Everyone can always become better. Perfection is impossible.
I know, I know. It sounds like I’m just getting into the semantics of the word. Sure, I was in that last little bit before this kid with lensless glasses stared into my soul and told me to continue onward with my point. Yes, semantically, perfection is an impossibility, but there’s more to this whole thing than just some guy ranting about word meanings.
