G. tried out for the school talent show yesterday by doing karate.
He didn't get in and almost started to cry as he was telling me about it.
"They didn't even let me finish my kata, they just told me to stop and I wasn't even done".
I wanted to wrap him up and put him in a bubble and tell him that he never has to face rejection again!
Of course, neither of us would like that.
So I told him that I think he is the best and most talented boy in the school and that sometimes we don't get into everything we want.
And that sometimes it doesn't really matter what judges or others think, as long as we're happy with how we did.
He seemed ok with that answer. Actually I think his eyes glazed over after 'best' as he watched Sponge Bob Square Pants and ate his snack.
And today he told me that when he tries out next year, he'll try even harder to get in.
So I guess it was more traumatic for me than it was for him.
I think that is just the way it is, being a parent! We internalize so much of what they feel and experience that sometimes it is worse for us than it is for them!
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