Let me start by saying that my kiddo is doing well, she's doing really well. She does more as a young child than I ever did. She is learning piano, she is a now a brown belt in the Krav Maga Universal children's program, her grades are wonderful, she runs cross country, she slays everything she does...
But this week has been rough for her, as well as last week. She ran a cross-country race yesterday and didn't medal. Last year in this same race, she DID medal, but not this year...and sadly by only one place. She was devastated and I was heartbroken for her. She only has one more race this year and she feels defeated. The race last week, she was a whole minute and a half slower...it was warm and hilly and she was running with varsity level girls. She only sees the defeat. I hate watching her feel so defeated when she has so much to be proud of.
Then, this morning she discovered that she had lost one of her earrings, and her favorite ones no less. We compensated by wearing a very blingy pair of earrings today but she so desperately wanted those other ones for picture day tomorrow and that won't happen.
She'll manage, I know, but it's hard to watch no less.
