There is an infamous story in our house about an epic meltdown by my youngest son because I made him walk home from school in a snow storm. In all fairness, it was an unusually bad storm with the snow two-feet deep by the time school ended for the day. And to be fair, the snow was more like ice pellet shots to the face than gentle flakes. Plus, he was little –in Senior Kindergarten at the time – which made it hard to walk in all his snow gear; sort of like a miniature Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, minus the smiling face but with all the anger and destruction.
I believe there should be scores in soccer and that every kid shouldn’t get a medal for just showing up.
For the record, I’m cool with participation ribbons.
So it’s ironic that I’m left wondering what to do with the medals from all the races I take part in, medals I don't even want.