I fully believe that oftentimes we learn more when we lose than when we win. But even as an adult it’s still a tough pill to swallow. As an adult, hindsight and past lessons learned make it a tad bit easier, our years of experience give us perspective. Children don’t have that advantage so to watch your own child struggle as they learn their own lessons, trying to choke down the pill, is hard.
Speed Skating Son had a speed skating meet this past weekend and in his head he didn’t do as well as he wanted. I get it, like COMPLETELY get it. I understand how hard it is to put yourself out there 100% and still not get the results you wanted. He skated his ass off. I could see the pure determination on his face as he fought to win. He’s competitive by nature, mixed in with a sprinkling of being ridiculously hard on himself, it wasn’t a good day. But it was, in a way, because he learned some good lessons about himself. Lessons about the mental aspect of being in a sport, lessons about how you have to put a loss behind you and start each race fresh.
But it sucked watching him go through the process. My heart hurt for him even as I was telling him he had to buck up and keep moving forward, his body stiffening when I hugged him.
I know he thinks I don’t understand just like I felt like my parents didn’t understand when I was a kid struggling through my own lessons.
This parenting stuff is hard.