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Author: nik
Posted: 2008-07-17 16:01:52
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A while back I was going through an old trunk of stuff that was left in my bedroom when I moved out of my parents house. I slowly pulled out one item at a time and carefully looked it over...my two kids, who had now joined me, began pulling things out very quickly and asking questions about each item. "who's this picture of?" "did you make this?" "was this yours when you were little?" until we got to a small box that had my medals in it. Even my youngest knew what medals were all about. "Wow, Mom...you're good."
I remembered how much I yearned for those little trophies. For some recognition of my talent. I had been on a junior rifle and pistol team for three years and during the last competition I took part in I had won three pins for my shooting jacket and three little trophies. I was so proud.
Today as I look at them I think "so what?". As mothers of young children we live in a world where no certificates of achievement (suitable for framing) are given for successfully potty training a 2-year-old. No trophies are awarded for masterfully negotiating the endless rounds of sibling rivalry about "sharing." And hardly anyone even recognizes the effort of a mom who finds exactly the right sparkly pink puppy shirt in the laundry basket so her daughter can go happily off to our homeschool co-op.
Before I had my kids, I craved those plastic trophies because they tangibly recognized and rewarded my efforts. A harmless and mostly fun addiction.
Today, my trophies are stuffed away in a trunk, but I know that when I see them again I will remember "Wow, Mom … you're good." |
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