I absolutely hate when my kids are disappointed, although I completely understand it is a part of life. There was a miscommunication involving Catherine at school this week. An author was coming to visit, and the teacher said he was picking three students from his classes to have the opportunity to personally meet the author. A written essay was required to enter, and Catherine mentioned to me that only three kids from her class entered. She had taken her copy of a book the author had written and was excited to have the author autograph it. Unfortunately, it turns out that the teacher was choosing a total of three kids from all of his classes, not three from "each" class. I could see the disappointment in Catherine's eyes when she told me, and my heart just broke for her. I'm not at all mad at the teacher...this was simply a misunderstanding and these things happen.
I have always said my job as a parent is to teach my kids that these things happen and to make sure they understand how to cope with life being disappointing and even at times unfair. And while that is absolutely true, and in the grand scheme of life this will probably be forgotten quickly, it is still one of those parenting moments that pretty much stinks.
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