Large bags of garbage from the 70's and 80's.
I found some of it today. I had forgot it was there so when I stumbled across it was a very ugly discovery. It started with my son's track and field day. He didn't want to go because he isn't "a fast enough runner". (his words.) That's when I found the garbage. It was in bags called insecurity, low self-worth and self-esteem. I had quite forgot it was there shoved way back in the closet of my mind. I did't know what to say to my son so I asked him if he wanted to stay home. He said he didn't because his team needed him. So I sent him off this morning with words of encouragement and to just have fun. When I picked him up I could tell it had not gone well. He was feeling awful. I asked him how the day went and he said he didn't get a single ribbon. I had a long chat with him about some people are really good at some things while others are better at others. These are the things I found out while growing up that I didn't know when I was his age. And trust me, it's true. My son is excellent in Tae Kwon Do and has natural ability. He was reading at a 4th grade level in grade 1. He is also a true humanitarian. The most generous of spirits. So he doesn't excel at track and field. No big deal right? Right. But to a 9 year old it is a big deal and I don't know how to show him this lesson. I don't want him to struggle with the same feelings of worthlessness that I did at his age. At the end of the conversation I told him that running really fast was only ever going to be important if he was being chased by a great big dog and the dog was going to bite his butt. He laughed. I really hope he understood what I was trying to tell him. And that he wont find the same bags of garbage in the back of his closet when he is my age.