I am so pumped. I will be trying out these delightful Olympic cupcake toppers by brownpapergoods ASAP! They are on their way …
So the Olympics.
Last night I watched gymnast Jordan Wieber, reigning world champion in the all-around and favorite to win the Olympic gold medal, finish in third place. Meaning she will not advance to the finals where she was expected to dominate.
Admittedly, my heart broke for her. Years of dreaming about “her day” were dashed due to blunders that could barely be called mistakes. She looked great.
As I watched the footage on repeat–in slow motion set to really sad music, you know the drill–I listened to the commentators discuss how Jordan had been robbed of the scores she deserved. And I began to consider the issue of fairness. As a parent of 2 children, I am already plagued with how to keep things fair between them. I want my kids to know how much I love them, which, for me, has already resulted in a manic tallying of compliments, time spent one-on-one, purchases, kisses, etc.
According to my master plan, this should alleviate any future accusations that I played favorites.
Probably makes as much sense as a submarine with screen doors.
As I watched Jordan Wieber last night it occurred to me: Obsessing over fairness with my children won’t prepare them for real life. What will I accomplish for my kids by teaching them that everything balances out in the end? Let’s face it. Life is often unfair. My kids will be underestimated, misunderstood, cheated, and hurt by someone (no doubt multiple someones if God grants them long life). While I don’t need to manipulate circumstances to be unfair to my children, neither should I be afraid to embrace opportunities that could result in teachable moments.
I don’t want my sons to learn that life is unfair in front of an audience of 1 billion. I’d rather they learn at my kitchen table with pieces of cake that may not be the same size.