I’m a competitive person, even when I don’t mention it or throw a fit, I compete with everyone in my mind. This has presented itself most fiercely in the pursuit of beating updates in Candy Crush (I have friends that wait for updates to play because they are that far ahead).
Where my competitiveness also presents itself is with my son. He’s NOT competitive, at all. Most of the time, he’s rainbows and unicorns. He doesn’t have a fight in him, or as his grandpa says, have a fire in him.
Grandpa signed him up for soccer and I went to his practice. He was running and “in the game”. That is a huge improvement from the last time he was on a team. I asked grandpa what he thought, and her said he’s trying to hold his tongue and give him time to get used to the sport again. All I heard was he’s ok, but not trying his best.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying he has to be THE best, just try HIS best. And I know his best. Running is at Olympic level when he’s with friends or doing what he wants to do.
But I was very proud of myself, I said nothing to him. I asked him if he enjoyed playing, what was his favorite part, and kept the conversation positive. That’s leaps and bounds for me. I normally try to holster my anger, biting my lip, if I can contain myself from getting on his case.
You know he will be ok. He’s young and maybe athletics aren’t his thing.
What’s ok for you this week? What are you letting go of?
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