A good hair day, a bargain, a stroke of luck: #winning.
I posted on Facebook about our day at a hog show with the kids and if it was worth it. Long story short, yes. It was worth it. I never walked into that barn thinking we would win. I would have been pleasantly surprised but not expectant. It was a long, hot day full of losses that our kids will remember some day and laugh about. #winning
This is total frustration over a pig who just wants to leave the ring...but no tears... #winning
I smiled involuntarily watching my 5 year old show a pig for the 2nd time in his life with total confidence and enthusiasm. He never once questioned his ability. #winning.
This is a picture of Tyson trying to show me where a pig peed on his leg and into his boot...#winning.
I laughed as the judge attempted to explain the reasons behind his bottom finish to him while Tyson only focused on his pig and job at hand. #winning.
The best part of my day was probably watching said pig run between his legs and seeing Ty ride the pig backwards for a few feet before belly flopping onto the shavings. He stood up, brushed himself off, and walked off after the pig. (Gosh I wish I had that on camera!) #winning.
I watched two successful sports seasons this year with Emma. She sat beside her team and felt the same joy as the ones on the floor each game. She had some exciting moments that were as surprising as they were victorious. It was nice, it felt great, it did not happen every game. #winning.
Call me crazy but I wonder if it should mean more? I'm competitive, don't get me wrong... But at no point do I have an intense urge to win. I enjoy a good win, it does feel good... my kids are involved, and getting more involved all the time, in things of a competitive nature. I like to see their successes as individuals or as a team.
I honestly believe the best gift I can give them is the ability to lose with ease. If winning means that you are angry and upset about losing, why?? Losing doesn't define you. It takes five times as much character to lose with grace than it does to win. ( Although I admit...there is something to be said for winning with grace...)
Maybe it came from growing up in a small school, losses came. They just did, nobody suffered over it. We enjoyed winning. (How about that Noble Vs. Olney Volleyball rivalry...??) #winning.
Maybe it stems from having my girls play t-ball with the boys when they were little and lose terribly every game. Nobody died. #winning
So yes. Compete. Succeed. Conquer. Win.
Fight harder, Play harder, Try harder.
And find your joy in a loss.