8 am PST, I was racing out of my hotel room to catch a flight back to New York. It was a big Friday; I had just come off the successful taping of a TV show but that was not the reason it was monumental. It was huge because this was the day my daughter would find out whether she made the volleyball team.
Last year, Casey made the freshman team, a rather heady accomplishment given this was her first foray into team sports. The night after the cuts were announced, I was talking to several mothers whose daughters did not make the team; they felt that everyone should have been put on the squad, a concept that made me bristle. And I told them so.. yes I did.
I continue to stand by my conviction, even after the phone call Friday morning from 3 time zones away, with my sobbing daughter telling me she didn’t make the JV squad.
Of course, I felt like the worst mother in the world; here I was in sunny Southern California while my first born was standing under her very own rain cloud. And as much as I wanted to email the coach, plead her case, to tell her how good Casey was and inform her of the very grave mistake she was making by passing on my clearly talented daughter, I did not.
Because not everyone deserves a trophy.
Now here’s the part that might blow your mind a little. I maintain that not making the team was good for Casey, providing some invaluable (albeit painful) life lessons.
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