This is the face of a kid who did not enjoy soccer. But this post isn’t about soccer.
As we walked into the gym, he saw other kids coming out of the building wearing medals. His ass-dragging mopey-ness transformed into a spring in his step as he contemplated getting a medal of his own.
Mom was a bit worried because say all you will about the worth of participant medals, this guy barely participated, yet she hoped he’d get a too.
He participated slightly more than usual on this day, and his mom breathed a sigh of relief that the season was over as they gathered for the bestowing of the medals.
Except there was another team on the other side of the gym receiving trophies rather than medals, and the medals immediately lost any appeal they had once had. This guy, and the one next to him, we’re not pleased.
Have you ever been satisfied, even excited by something in your life, only to be immediately brought low when you see someone who has more?
This mom sure has. Many, many times.
I don't love this about myself, but I try to show myself the same grace I showed this little guy.