Kids have such a different take on our world. Take sporting events as an example.
This past weekend, we went to Rochester, New York for the Upper Atlantic Sport Stacking Tournament. My oldest son was taking part. He is five years old and it was his first experience with a sports competition, ever. He practiced before the event. He had his own little sport stacking corner in the basement. Actually, so does my husband. They stack back-to-back to practice like this.
The tournament was on Saturday. I didn’t get to stay and watch the whole event. The one time I did watch him stack, he spent most of his time staring at the big clock counting down not his own cups. I left to take care of my youngest.
When I came back in the afternoon,
I asked him, “How was your day? Did you have fun?”
To which he said, “I won 3 medals and 2 ribbons!”
I say, “that’s great!” and smile.
Then a cloud falls over him and he looks really sad.
I say, “What’s wrong?”
And he says, “But…I thought I was going to win ALL the medals.”
Ah…to be a kid again when we ALWAYS win EVERYTHING.