Over the years I’ve grown accustomed to ‘reframing’ some of the difficult traits my boys possess. They’re not stubborn, they’re tenacious. Those aren’t tantrums, those are displays of competitive fire and passion. It’s pretty obvious I can’t change who they are, so I might as well use creative vocabulary words to downplay their more challenging aspects.
This is all well and good but I’m at a point now that I’m ready for them to play something competitive without it seeming like a life or death situation. It’s inevitable that anytime they play a sport with family or friends, one of my boys will storm off, argue or just plain give up. I don’t get it. When I was younger, I remember being able to play games with friends without completely losing my mind if I lost. If I played a team sport, I often felt bad for the other team if we beat them. My children are the complete opposite. They both have a win-at-all-costs attitude.
Sometimes, managing their fierce attitudes about competition is enough to drive me nuts. What I meant to say is enough to solidify my boundaries of sanity in a consciousness-expanding, patience-growing, sort of way.