I missed the memo about being average.
When I was in college, one of my classmates, who was exceptionally tall and had glorious auburn hair, referred to herself as a “statuesque red-head”. I thought that sounded so much better than “blonde girl of average height” which is exactly what I am.
According to Wikipedia, the average height of American women is right about 5’4″. And I am exactly 5’4″. When I see the leggy super models in fashion magazines, I feel a pang of envy, but really being average isn’t such a bad thing.
Recently, Mayim Bialik caused a bit of stir in the mommy blogosphere when she penned this piece in which she described her approach to dealing with the developmental “delays” her sons exhibited. Knowing other parents who have dealt with similar issues, the anxiety that comes with wondering whether your child is “normal” is just gut-wrenching. While it would be an over-simplification to say that Ms. Bialik wasn’t worried about how her sons were doing, it was interesting to hear about her choice to not pursue aggressive interventions to speed up her children’s developmental progress. She was OK with them not being average.
Reading Ms. Bialik’s article and some of the critical responses to it made me thank my lucky stars that my son is pretty darn average in lots of ways. I’ve been spared the worry and wonder about how he’s doing because he has been hitting developmental milestones right about when he’s “supposed” to hit them. I am so grateful he is so average.
The word “average” gets kind of a bad rap. We want above average incomes and below average body fat. But sometimes being right in the middle of the bell curve is a pretty comfortable place to be. In lots of ways, the world is an easier fit for average people…for example, I’m a lot more comfortable in airplane seats than my husband, who’s an above average 6’3″.
I’m no cheerleader for conformity, but I’m figuring out that by lots of measures, I’m pretty average and there’s no shame in that. Average doesn’t always mean mediocre, it just means that when it comes to that particular measure, I’m just like a lot of other people, and there’s a sense of solidarity in that. I never thought plotting my place on a bell curve would foster a sense of kinship and community, but in fact it does. Memo received.
© 2011 Jamie Walker Ball