Yesterday, my son and I were having a conversation about his impending match, which was today.
He had been telling his friends at school about the match and there was a plethora of opinions about the opposing team.
- They trashed J’s team and J’s team is good
- They are better than you guys, you can’t beat them
- They are too good
So the conclusion was, you aren’t going to win. Don’t bother.
Way to encourage a friend!
So I simply said to him, “it doesn’t matter that they beat J’s team, they don’t have you. So go out there and do your best”.
For all I knew this team might be the spawn of Barcelona FC but I didn’t really care. You can’t acheive anything without first believing you can. You may not always win but you will most certainly lose if you give up before you start.
I asked what his response was and he said, “I told them I bet you I’ll win). *sniff snifff. Proud mama moment*
I don’t care how delusional I may come across. I will chose delusion any day over thinking I’m a loser before the game has even started.
Pssssh. Anyway, they haven’t met the son of Wonder Woman. He went, he scored, our team won.