The kids recently had their athletics day. I wasn’t able to make it, but, by all accounts, there wasn’t really a competitive edge. In fact, I may have got a text from my husband that mentioned “lame”.
That was until the last race.
My husband’s report was that our son had done ok, but was a bit disappointed.
This turned out to be a bit of an understatement. He was actually pretty distraught (from what I could hear from the safe distance of my office). So much so that he decided that he couldn’t make it to swimming so had bought himself home early.
So…
Instead, he got a pep talk about being a good loser (win or don’t whinge) and he got to come along to his sister’s dancing awards ceremony.
Where he watched her receive 3 badges and 4 trophies after her recent exam results.
I appreciated the life lesson.
He might need a bit more time.
However, it was saved (just) by the comedy of the ceremony where his sister, having forgotten her dance skirt, ended up doing a frantic skirt swap with her friend between each presentation, which was being announced by the dance teacher who, having forgotten her glasses, was having the kids verify they had the right award!
Who could stay sad with that going on?!