We’ve had interesting conversations about the value of earning a medal in our household this week, as T has just earned her very first medal for completing a four-month gymnastics course.
Families were invited to watch a display on the final week (normally B and I hang out with all the nannies, coats and strollers until class is finished). C left work early specially, and B was bursting with excitement to finally watch T on the trampoline, bars and floor. At the end of the display, each gymnast was called to jump up onto a box, arms raised, and receive a medal. B begged for a turn. The coach agreed, so B clambered up onto the box, raised her arms, and beamed expectantly. Nothing happened. “But where is my medal?” she called reproachfully.
So now we’ve been talking a lot about what it means to really work hard for a long time and earn a medal, that it isn’t simply a sticker given out for showing up. C showed the girls his Paris Marathon medal, explaining the months of all-weather training he had to do in order to be strong enough to complete the race. My brother W has one for finishing the utterly horrendous “toughest foot race on earth”, the Marathon Des Sable. To the best of my knowledge, I’ve never recieved a medal. Though for years I did treasure a brown rosette for taking part in Nairobi’s Pony Club Camp 1989…
B has absorbed this, and now comes up with suggestions for things she should get a medal for. These include “loving Flower Bunny so very much”, “eating all my cereal” and “flushing the loo all by myself.” I’ve agreed that these are worth a chocolate coin left over from Christmas, and T let her wear the gym medal for two whole minutes.
But the idea has rather struck me. Here are some of the things I feel I deserve a chocolate coin medal for this week, in no particular order:
- Not swearing aloud when B had an accident in her clothes literally two minutes after I fired off the communal washing machine
- Keeping a straight face when T declared “my eyebrows hurt when I wake up, Mumma”
- Hosting two separate play dates in one week, resisting the urge to panic-clean the apartment beforehand
- Catching the subway uptown and back again without getting lost (victory!)
- Writing two blog posts in a single week (excellent vanquishing of my Christmas-induced procrastination)
Well done, well done.
So, what do you guys deserve chocolate coin medals for this week?
This week’s Highs & Lows:
- Seeing T’s pride on completing her first Gymnastics course
- Honestly I can’t think of anything. It’s been a great week.