I Can Justify It

Hit me with anything.  I can justify it.   Seriously.  We need a giant TV to save our family’s eyesight and to enhance our meaningful movie viewing opportunities.  Also we don’t need a giant TV because we don’t really use it that much and there are many better uses for the money.  Go ahead – try me.  Give me something outrageous.  A 3^rd puppy?  You got it.  We need a 3^rd puppy because one dog is older and one day will be dead so eventually we will just have two and that will be less sad than one.  But we don’t need a 3^rd puppy because we already have a house with 11 beating hearts and 12 is stretching the boundaries of insanity.  Impressive, right?

I’m not sure if I have always had this amazing skill or if it has come as part of the package labeled “welcome to parenthood” but I am the self proclaimed justification   master.  There is only one problem with this brand of wizardry.  Being capable of justifying anything in the entire world means that you are totally wrong much of the time.   Did you realize that being a grown up meant that you’d be wrong a whole lot of the time?  Not because you weren’t smart or were ill prepared, just because it turns out there isn’t really a “right”…?

Let me illuminate with a simple example.   My house needs to be painted.  That is really really expensive.  And I don’t really really have the money for it.  I know that in a year when it’s spring again and the carpenter bees and rain have had their ways with the exterior of my home it will just be a worse and more costly.  But I think… people go for decades without painting their house.  Mine isn’t close to that bad.  I’d rather use the money to take a vacation that my kids will remember forever and will build our family rather than paint a house that could be painted anytime.  See that?  I’m not painting the house, you know that’s true.  And that is probably a terrible decision. 

But what happens when the decisions have more weight than a rotted board of siding?  If you are a parent you know what I mean.  Everything is something important.  We just chose a high school for my daughter.  My pro and con list was a joke – every school could enhance her life and every school could jeopardize her future.  Every school was a great bargain in some ways and every school was way too expensive.  I could justify pretty much any option.   But decisions must be made, priorities must be created, judgement and restraint must be exercised. 

Decisions, priorities, judgement, restraint?  Yep.  That’s the stuff that this parenting gig is made of.  Don’t let anyone tell you differently.  It’s not really diapers and ballet lessons – that’s the simple stuff.  It’s research and learning and listing and deciding.  It’s choosing a path, walking the path, and making hard tradeoffs to stay on that path.  Because even though you and I, especially I, can justify pretty much anything; you and I, especially I, know that every single choice is right and every single choice is wrong.  

And  so what do we parent types do?  We debate and discuss and list and then we close our eyes and freefall into decision after decision, trying to look like we knew just what we were doing - hoping that we have done what was best, hoping it “all works out in the end”.   Justify as we may, we will never really know.   And this weakness, this never knowing, this ability to justify anything and sit with our hands wrung and fingers and toes crossed, is why we each raise our kids differently.  I like to assume that everyone can justify just like I can – and I have no idea what goes into anyone’s choices.  So as crazy as mine look to you, yours look to me – so be content, be confident and justify away, I won’t judge – I know it’s all a shot in the dark.