Life is a competition that we compete in from the moment we take our first breath. For most of us it is not noticeable because our body does most of the work automatically. Of course we get help along the way.
I remember how tiny our first born son was with such a big name. I was afraid he would never learn to spell the name Christopher by the time he got to kindergarten. I made up a song that I sang to him frequently so he would know how to spell his name.
Like all parents we helped Chris learn to walk and talk and then we wondered why we rushed the process when he turned out to be a holy terror. We helped his brother Thom to learn to walk and talk, but thankfully he was more subdued.
When Chris built the bomb in the basement to prove to us that he and Thom no longer needed an after school babysitter, it was Thom who called me at work to say I had better come home. Thankfully, home was less than two miles away.
We had lots of games in the house and there was always competition. Steve and I played Scrabble, Chess, Cribbage, family Poker and Steve and the boys played tons of video games. Name calling was never allowed in our house. You win some, you lose some. That’s life.
Life goes on. If we injure a body part such as break a leg, we enter a get well competition until the leg is well and we are back to normal.
I had my knee replaced last year. Regaining my ability to walk and having my body be normal and pain free again was and is a big competition with myself.
Our son Chris is a handsome devil when he works out and “competes every day” with himself. As we get older, life has lots of competitions.
Steve and I recently joined the Nevada Poker League. We are having fun meeting new people and matching our poker skills against other people. We often travel to the games with our good friends and neighbors, Mike and Corky Eden. Of the four of us, I am the least skilled and have the least poker knowledge, but I have won a few games.
In my opinion, poker is a mix of skill and luck. I recently won a game. I was lucky. I had the wining cards. I was happy until Jan looked at me and said “You cheated!” When I said “What do you mean?” She replied, “Oh, I am just teasing.” Jan is normally a very friendly person. Her remark hurt. I thought about it for a week. Jan wins a lot of games. I come along and win a game and she says I cheated.
Sportsmanship is an important game skill. Jan will never be the same happy friendly person I thought her to be. If she doesn’t win, she uses mean, hurtful words that dampen my joy.
Life really is complicated. There is so much to learn. Being kind is the most important skill to learn in our life long competition. May you win all of your self-competitions.
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