What's the End Game?

Sometimes it’s so hard not to get caught up in the craziness that is parenting.  We all want our kids to get ahead, to have an edge, to be the best they can be.  


From the day our children are born, we worry about whether they’ll get into a top college.  We sign them up for soccer when they’re three, for art classes and drama classes and swim lessons.  


By the time they’re five, they’ve already been on basketball teams and tee-ball teams.  We hire them pitching coaches and vocal coaches and put them in private tennis and golf lessons.  By the time they’re ten, they’re on traveling teams and club teams, performing in equity theater productions, and going to specialized camps for two weeks in the summer.  


They have no down time, no time to explore other activities, no time to just hang out and be kida.  And for what?  To help them be the best?  To help them get into college?  Sometimes I think everyone just needs to take a step back and ask themselves, what’s the end game here?


When I was a college counselor, I used to tell all of my students to find one thing they love and pursue it to the fullest extent possible. Not because it was a means of getting into college, but because it would enrich their lives and make them more interesting people, which in turn had the not unpleasant side-effect of making them more attractive college applicants. 


But now that I have children of my own, I’m starting to rethink that advice.  Because the truth is, not everyone at five or ten or twelve or sixteen years old knows what they love.  I mean, I didn’t figure out that I love writing until I was in my mid-thirties.  And I have lots of friends in their forties and fifties who still haven’t found a true passion in life.  And you know what?  I think that’s okay.  


There are very few people who find something they’re truly passionate about at a young age, and even fewer people who are passionate enough to want to do it all the time.  Sure, some kids are talented athletes who can play at a high level, but just because they’re good at it doesn’t mean they’re always going to love it.  I’ve seen plenty of kids who loved baseball in elementary school burn out on it by seventh or eighth grade, when the pressure becomes too intense.  I’ve seen kids who love swimming quit cold turkey when five am practices make it not fun anymore.  And I’ve seen kids who love acting drop out when endless rehearsals threaten to take over their lives. 


It’s a rare person who has the discipline, the drive, and yes, the passion for something to want it to be the only thing they do, and the main thing that defines them.  There are only so many Michael Phelps’ in this world.  For everyone else, I think having interests is good enough.



This is a great article! I've been thinking this for a while as I worry about what my kids are going to face as this trend continues.