
So today was the last day of soccer, and the award ceremony. It was a hard fought last game, and Kris' team lost. Kris also got beaten up out on the field. He cried, and became very upset at losing, and he want no comfort from us. He called himself a loser, and just would not let it go. The other parents heard this and told him no your not. Your a winner. You fought hard out there. It was a very good game. We talked it over, and he seemed to calm down.
The interesting thing is that he won the championship. His team won more games then the other teams. So his team was in first place. As I explained to our boy that losing is part of the game and you try your best, but sometimes your team loses. I explained to him that though his team lost this game his team still won the championship. He got a neat trophy, and everyone shook hands, and congratulated each other.
Now I was never the jock and in fact I taunted the high school football player because he made fun at my friend who was Chinese, so I have a special little dislike for jocks. In some way I still think we overvalue them then others in academics, or arts. But I was very proud of my boy today, and he learned a very valuable lesson that sometimes you lose and that it isn't always about you. It's about the team, and Kris' team mates were very good, and played well.
This parenting thing is far from easy and I'm not afraid to tell you I'm making this up as I go, but today was a good day. As I've said to Kris the most powerful muscle in your body is your brain. Use it, and have fun. Learn each day, and make the world a better place. I see how sports helps with the development of an individual, and I hope it's making a good person out of my boy.

My champion hard at work chasing that ball.