First let me say I understand wanting to protect your child’s fragile little feelings, But there has to be a point when the madness stops. I am so tired of hearing about parents who whine when their kid doesn’t get an award in some sport or event.
I am on a FB group of an elementary
school that an unnamed person’s kids go to. I saw there was a discussion about the recent science fair they had. Get this shit, Some of the moms were not too happy that awards were given for 1st, 2nd and 3rd place etc and that not everyone got an award. What you are thinking is correct, their kids didn’t win shit. I have no doubt if their kids had won say first place they wouldn’t be opening their mouths. I really laughed when one mom wrote, “We didn’t realize it was a competition” Really? Are you kidding me? Since when has a science fair not been a competition? I guess it should be called the Science competition. Also please be sure dinner at your house is now called, The Dinner competition because I bet 20 bucks the kid who doesn’t eat all their veggies isn’t going to get the prize aka dessert.
Seriously you didn’t see me crying because my dog didn’t get a ribbon at the hunt test…Oh wait that’s right because she did, My dog kicks ass.
Am I the only one who thinks this is a bunch of shit? I think it is important to teach your kids that yeah they fucking suck at some shit. I mean if your kid can’t kick the fucking soccer ball, nor does he want to put in the effort then don’t put them in soccer then complain when the kid who does and spends his free time practicing (while your delicate little flower sits on his ass playing video games instead of practicing) gets VIP on the team and yup a huge shiny trophy.
As far as I am concerned a little competition is healthy. I don’t believe in dumbing shit down regardless of how old you are. You should be teaching your child how to be happy for other people’s success (as well as their own) instead of teaching them that life is fair, it isn’t. Teach them it is ok to be 2nd or 3rd and make fun of them along the way (it’s fun), Build up that self-esteem.
I suppose growing up a hunter with my dad I learned that you don’t always get the deer or bird. Sometimes your hunting partner shoots the leg off a deer, then makes you hikes miles looking for a three-legged deer, even when you point out that a three-legged deer really wouldn’t get that far…I often wonder about that three-legged deer and where it is today. Or if my dad err I mean hunting partner really even hit the damn thing at all.
If my kid turns out anything like me she is going to be fucked in the science department and academics. So I will be sure to enroll her in an elementary school with a Trap team, I am sure she will be amazing. Hopefully she isn’t on the highschool drinking team like her father and I were.