As the parent of two terrific adult children who are kind, work hard, have great friends but who aren’t making a bundle of money and who aren’t Olympic athletes, Ivy League grads or making a killing in the market…this resonates.
Spoiler Alert: I’m good with my sons and the choice they make and my parenting and the choices I made.
Perhaps children don’t need to be told how special they are or given near constant affirmation to succeed
“Can it be a coincidence that the countries with the happiest children are those where both social welfare and a desire for conformity are prevalent? If a more egalitarian society is what it takes to produce happy children, is it a trade-off we’re willing to make? Even Partanen admits that, “Many a Nordic citizen gazes at America with envy, wishing his or her uniqueness could be celebrated the way it would be in the United States.” Add to this the question of whether happy children grow up to become happy adults, and perhaps we should start to ask ourselves if the focus on happiness is the right measure for a life well lived.’