I have to confess how I hate competitions. The nervous tension, the sick feeling that lies in the bottom of my stomach. Watching the faces of the competitors, the nerves etched on their faces. The small giggles that escape through pursed lips.
I especially hate them when it involves children. How I wish it could be like we all say, “it’s the taking part that counts” sportsmanship, but it isn’t. They all want to win, 2nd doesn’t cut it.
My daughters have all entered into the world of competitions in singing and ice skating. I am so proud of them but with all my heart I can honestly say I wish they hadn’t. They are in fact good sports; they root generally for friends and complement honestly on others performances and truthfully wish them well.
For me I just feel sick, no matter how many times I tell them how proud I am of them, how to go out and enjoy themselves, I see the desire to win burn brightly in their eyes.
The reality of life is that they won’t always win, some days with come back with a 2nd, a 3rd some days we don’t even make the board, but for me my girls are always winners.
Today was a good day; Eden took part in her first ice skating competition since returning to the sport in August. Yes it was only a local competition but for her it mattered. No matter how chirpy or blasé she pretended to be her eyes gave it all away, she wanted to do well, and she wanted to win.
I was a proud mom before she skated; I am a proud mom now too.
Well done Eden, you did great xxxx