Know what I love most about my kids?
The tax deductions.
I love that my kids teach me new things about me. They don’t use the traditional Teacher-Student model. Instead, they simply live their little lives and let me interact on occasion. It is normally during these interactions that I find myself being taken to school, so to speak. And tonight, class was certainly in session.
Eschewing the formal Halls of Academia, my “Professor” opted to conduct tonight’s lesson in the living room. Using the Wii. Using it well. Too well.
Suffice to say, my son–my 4 year old son–did not lose every contest in which he had me as competition. (If it seems that the previous sentence was written in such a way to obfuscate the fact that he beat me…that was my intent. If you’re still wondering what “obfuscate” means…good. Focus on finding that definition–not on the fact that I lost to my 4 year old. As a matter of fact, just click HERE for the definition.)
Aaaaanyway, yes…he beat me. Once. BUT, I must point out that I also trounced him soundly in several other contests. It was during these victories that I learned how much I simply enjoy winning. The level of the competition does not matter. The chosen game? Insignificant. I simply like to win.
“What”, you ask, “is the lesson to be learned from all of this?” I’m glad you asked. The lesson is simple.
Life Lesson # 319:
Securing victory over a 4 year old does not carry with it much glory. However, the negligible amount of glory stemming from that victory will always–I stress, ALWAYS–beat the pants off of the humiliation felt after losing to that same 4 year old.
(Side note to the guys: If you think the contest is going to be close, it’s a good idea to make sure your wife is in another room. If she witnesses your defeat, the level of humiliation grows exponentially. For eternity.)
There you have it. If you’re gonna play, you might as well win. It will be a lesson you want to pass on to the same child you just crushed. The wisdom will sink in long after your victory dance has ended.