A Race to the Top

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Do you ever feel like you are racing up hill? And the hill is getting steeper? Rockier? Maybe even slick? That is how things seem to be lately. Like that which I am trying to obtain is really unobtainable, out of my reach. A mountain instead of a mole hill.

Suddenly a day becomes a week, a month or more struggling to reach that carrot. Money, work, life. For instance, at the office, do you have someone who always seems to get what he/she wants? The coolest pens, an extra 5 minutes of lunch, or the latest gadget. While you are stuck using cheapo pens, the guy in the neighboring cubicle is sporting the Lamborghini of writing utensils. You try to craft presentations together with a crappy 4 pack of markers, 2 of which are black. Meanwhile down the hall, your partner’s pack of 24 Sharpies means an in-depth array of colors. Which poster do you think the boss will pick?

Remember back to your elementary years and reading groups. You knew who were the blue birds and who were the black birds. Now teachers label groups as A, B, C, D. But again kids figure out who are the A’s right away. Our son is learning this all around him. Who gets to read aloud? Whose story is shared? Who is picked first for the game? He gets this, sees it, and understands. It is a daily lesson in life. As adults we live it everyday, but at 7, it leads to tears and has begun to change him. Last year M wanted to be an author, writing stories and pinning them up around his room. This year, his writing spirit is gone. Yesterday he came home with copies of classmates books. He melted when asked about his own. Not being a blue bird in many ways is what life is all about.

Life is full of races. Race to be the smartest, fastest, bestest, fill in the blank. We keep telling M to be the best M that he can be. He is a sweetie, creative thinker, and very compassionate, but really what first grader is worried about his sweetness status? We are delighted that he is well-rounded and good-natured, are there ribbons for that? We’ll continue to cheer him along his path, whether he follows or leads, he is full of potential.

I was not/am not a blue bird and that mountain that M is tackling, I am right along side him trending my own path. Trying to get myself in that A group or earn a pat on the back or a note saying “you done good”.

We’ll keep up the fight, press on to finish a personal best. Around the next turn, up the nearest embankment, the race goes on.

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2 responses »

  1. I’ve been retired from public ed for almost 7 yrs now so we’re not talking decades ago but I was very surprised to still see gym teachers letting the kids pick their own teams for games. It broke my heart every single time. I ached for the “last picked.”
    Life can be a real challenge for kids but you and Mr.Z are wonderful, nurturing parents which puts your children in good stead. Thankfully.

  2. OUTSTANDING & I SO AGREE. YOU & ART ARE SUPER PARENTS & I KNOW ALL YOUR CHILDREN WILL BE GREAT IN THEIR OWN RIGHTS. THANKS SO MUCH FOR SHARING YOUR HEART WITH US. YOU HAVE MADE MY DAY ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION.

    CHIC

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