As a child, I played sports. I played Baseball ( which I loved), soccer (which I hated, but have grown to love), basketball (which I sucked at), and I took karate (which I also sucked at). In each one of those sports, we never won gold, yet i have a collection of trophies perched atop my window sill commemorating my participation in those sports. The more I think about it, the more it irks me, the more it angers me. It's rather patronizing, in my opinion, to not have earned something, but have it given to you anyway. It makes the trophy relatively meaningless, so what's the point in getting one? I suppose that's where my enormous sense of pride comes from. I don't want anything handed to me if I didn't earn it. Let the kids cry, it will pass. It will build character, it will make them try harder, do better. If you shield them from that, you're failing as a parent.
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[–] GoddammitMrNoodle 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
If everyone is a special snowflake then how will the truly exceptional among us be recognized?