My incredibly brilliant daughter came home from school yesterday bawling. She got a b on a test and, since this has never happened to her before, was not emotionally prepared to deal with what she deems to be failure. I tried to explain that it was one test. Certainly NOT a big deal, but to her–the world just fell apart. “I don’t get B’s!” she blubbered, her shoulders shaking and tears streaming down her face.
She’s right. She doesn’t. She has never had anything less than an A, not even an A-. She never fails at anything she sets her hand to. I tried to explain that little failures in life were inevitable, using my own rejection letters as an example. Apparently getting rejected by ones publisher is small potatoes next to getting a B on a test. Silly me.
But I have to admit that even though she was in the throes of emotional turmoil, it felt good that she crawled into my lap, even though she’s nearly twelve and certainly too cool to be doing that. She let me hold her while she cried and didn’t mind when I rested my chin on the top of her warm head and just held her. In a mere six years, she will be leaving my home for college and her future. This little failure (in her eyes, I mean c’mon it’s just a B!! It’s not like I’m going to ground her or anything for it, even if I did get grounded once in high school for three months because I came home with a C. My parents deny this, but I am not creative enough to make that up) is actually a good thing for her. We can’t win everything and life doesn’t always go the way we think it will. A good lesson for me too . . .

 
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