Tonight we attended the Reflections Award Night, an annual celebration of our children's achievements in the arts. Tristan entered a photograph that he took of the Blue Angels when we were in San Diego. Last year he won a trophy and his entry was sent onto the next level of the competition. His photo was a close up of "November Snow". Although this year's photo was much more impressive, he was faced with one of the hard lessons of childhood: WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR RAGE AND DISAPPOINTMENT WHEN OTHERS RECEIVE TROPHYS AND YOU DON'T.
It was rather embarassing when Tristan's name was called and he stomped up to the podium to receive his certificate. He then hid his face in my lap and proceeded to cry and grunt (did I mention we were sitting on the front row?) This is the proud photo I took after his meltdown was complete.
We spent the ride home and 40 minutes afterward lecturing him about how we don't always win, someone has to come in second place, a trophy isn't a measure of sucess, it's knowing you did your best work and tried your hardest.
I guess these are lessons we all have to learn at one time or another. Some of us have a harder time than others.
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