Of course attitude isn’t everything. Or is it?
Two kids left at 3:00 am Friday morning for Indianapolis where they competed in a show choir competition Saturday night… and ultimately returned home at 7:30 am Sunday morning.
One kid was at another show choir competition with Bethany in Auburn on Friday night, then left with me and yet another kid at 3:45 am Saturday morning for a fishing tournament about an hour and a half away from home.
Meanwhile, Bethany is prepping for a big work event, and I can’t do anything to help because I am too old for any of this crap and my body hurts as if I have been the one traveling and dancing and fishing and working…
But here’s the point of my post:
The show choir event Friday night didn’t go as we’d hoped. They didn’t win. But, when asked about the event, Quinn smiled and said, “it was so much fun, dad.”
The fishing tournament didn’t turn out great, either. This was the second week in a row that things didn’t go as planned. The fish were there; they just wouldn’t eat. Not for us, anyway. But when I told Ben that I was sorry we “couldn’t bring ‘em in today,” he replied, “at least we got to go fishing.”
The event in Indianapolis didn’t go as expected. After an all night trip Friday, exhaustion, preparation, and, frankly, a remarkable performance Saturday night, the group finished behind where they wanted to be. We got texts from the kids after the results were posted and Merrie Cannon wrote, “our 5th place trophy is as big as our first place ones that we have from other years lol,” and Abe wrote, “last place never felt so good.”
I love it when I see in my people the things I don’t see enough of in myself. These kids have worked hard, practiced hard, worked out, and practiced some more only to be met with disappointments across the board (this weekend).
But they had fun. And they’d do it all again… and they WILL do it all again — hoping for better results and smiling all the way home.
Schoolwork is a different story, but I’ll not chill my warm-fuzzies with that right now…