Family Time,  Kids' Workout

Failing is not a Loss

“Dad, I didn’t make it…”

That was what my son said just last week after getting done his piano playing on a music competition. Alongside of his elder sister at the same contest who ended up as the first winner at her category, my boy didn’t get his name on the stage call for the winning inaugural ceremony. However, he was kept awarded a consolation trophy in appreciation of his participation.

And those words were all what I had waited to hear…

What? Does it mean I didn’t want my son to come up as a winner? Well, of course not. Just like any other parents, seeing my kids to be a champion is one of beautiful things in my life. But here I would like to put emphasis on what we call: PROCESS.

I believe that success is not one thing delivered to us in an instant way. In fact, we will have to be overwhelmed with ups and downs of our efforts in reaching our goals. And that is one which often happens in real life. Hence, no pain no gain is a common phrase which comes up to be true in every single event of our life.

This way, the RESULT that may be interpreted in strict manner would have less room for me in accompanying my kids on the journeys of their life. So, the PROCESS is the answer instead. I’d rather appreciate my kids showing up a passionate struggle than tap on their shoulders for a winning they may have reached.

That’s why I said this to my boy a moment before he jumped into the competition: “No problem if you don’t get any slot of the winners. But what you must do is show your best performance. And you can have this only by steady rehearsals everyday.”

And these words of mine were all he kept in mind.

Unexpectedly, just one day before the show, my boy had a fever and his body temperature reached 39 degree Celsius. I thought it would screw up on the big day after the long preparation my boy had gone through day by day. I said no need for him to push it and distract from the competition. What he reacted then really surprised me. He insisted that he go on the show. Convincingly. And that was enough to disguise his sickness and get an energy to go there, despite his pale face!

Attar performing despite being sick. He could do it well.

So, the formal winning award didn’t mean anything to me then. All I wanted was hug him tight after he showed up all he could do. I could hardly believe my eyes that he looked forward to his curtain call with great eagerness and played his little fingers confidently.

Well my boy, you’re still young, you’re only six. You still have a long way to go. I’m sure when the time has come I’ll watch you walking on the stage as your name is called for a winner award…

A husband. A dad. A bank worker. Loves to share in writing about the art of being a dad for the kids.

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