We were playing "Chutes and Ladders" (which, on a side note, has to be the longest game ever invented for small children. And whose idea was it anyway to add a chute on box #87 that takes you all the way down to #24? Seriously, this game is never ending!) Amazingly enough, I managed to make my way to the end. I expected Cambel to announce my victory and then work on his. Instead he burst into tears and was inconsolable. I had won and he had lost. He was aware, and it nearly broke his heart.
He eventually recovered, and was even able to play again tonight with both Kevin and me. He talked a lot about "beating us up" (his words for winning) and wasn't upset when I won again (yes, I clearly have skills)--mainly because he was so happy that I had "beat up" Daddy. But he will never go back to thinking that everyone can win and no one loses.
And now it is our job as parents to teach him the art of winning as well as losing. I think the latter is the more difficult to teach and to learn. But in the end my prayer for Cambel is that he will live in such as way as to win, but also be able to lose with grace...that he will see the joy in just being a part of the game (and clearly we are talking about more than Chutes and Ladders here).
3 comments:
Could you expound on why Cambel calls winning "beat you up"??? Sounds like we need a little psychoanalysis here.
Clearly, because the joy in playing Chutes and Ladders is hard to find, even if you win.
yes, this post could have taken several directions...cambel's violent language (hmmm, could it be all those star wars clips he has been watching with kevin?); the clearly evil intentions of the makers of chutes and ladders; the list (and the wierdness in our home) goes on.
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