As I write this blog, I’m hoping that somewhere out there are other moms and meemas that identify with my obsession to hang on to my kids’ trophies. I have an entire box of each child’s trophies, and God only knows when I’ll have it in me to pass them on. My suspicion is that my son, Matt, and daughter, Megan, will simply pitch them once I turn these beloved milestones of accomplishments over to them. This box of accomplishments belongs to our son who is now forty years old.
Those of you who know me, are well aware that I’m not the type of person to hang onto things, so it amazes me that I continue storing these trophies. What even makes a person do that? Since my undergraduate degree is in psychology, who better to psychoanalyze me than myself! So…here it goes.
The tiny trophy on the left is one Matt received as a small boy when we lived in Lawrenceville, NJ. It was a very special time in our lives, and what I loved most about this tiny, close knit community was the fact that academia ranked first in importance; sports was second. Sadly, like many parents, I got sucked up into winning. I recall how obsessed I became that Matt wasn’t as aggressive a player as we wanted him to be. We pushed him hard–well out of his comfort zone, and during one of his games, he ran into another player and got the short end of the stick, as the cliché goes. We felt horrible for being so unrealistic in our expectations and it taught my husband and I a valuable lesson: sports is something you do because you enjoy it; it’s not mandatory that you be the most aggressive player on the team.
The large trophy on the right was earned when Matt was a teenager in Plano, TX. In the South, as you are well aware, sports is first. Matt played on a well-renowned team called, “The Strikers.” Truth be told, he wasn’t one of the stars. For the Strikers, winning was paramount, and oftentimes the less gifted players sat on the bench. By the end of the third season, I spoke with Matt, asking him if he wouldn’t be interested in finding another team where he could play more. He told me he’d rather be on a team that won all the time because winning was everything. I must admit, the comment broke my heart, but at least he was honest enough to admit it.
As you can tell by my rambling, these trophies keep memories of my children’s childhoods alive. That’s probably why I can’t part with them. I’d love to hear your stories about things your children have accomplished that you’re proud of, or setbacks they’ve had that made them into the people they’ve become. I’m happy to say that although neither of my kids went on to become famous athletes, they love athletics and are avid runners, keeping themselves in excellent physical shape, which is more than I can say about myself!