Sam recently brought home an entry form for a band competition.
I filled out the paperwork and he took it back to school.
The other day, he asked me when it was and I realized I had forgotten to write the date down on my calendar before I sent the paperwork back.
“I can’t wait,” he said.
“Wow, that’s great! I am glad you are excited about it. Do you know what you are going to play?” I asked.
“Maybe Hot Crossed Buns.”
This is clearly going to be a riveting performance.
“I am only doing it because I want a medal.”
“Oh,” I respond, “Well, you will have to really practice hard because I bet there will be some good players there.”
“No, I’m not worried. Everyone gets a medal.”
…And this, my friends is why I cannot stand the “Everyone Wins!” mentality.
Our house and all three boys bedrooms are littered with medals, trophies and ribbons. So much, they mean nothing to my kids. I find them stuffed in the couch, in drawers, under their beds.
I still have the trophy I got when I played First Baptist Little League. Know why? We earned it (…and it was the only sports trophy I ever received).