My boys are suddenly obsessed with trophies. That’s all they want to talk about. I have a couple of my old trophies stashed in a closet. They found them and have been begging to look at them. Finally, Caleb, 5 1/2 years old, asked me if he could have one to keep.
I said, “No.”
He said, “Why not?”
I said, “Because you haven’t won anything. Go win something and you’ll get a trophy.”
He said, “But you’re not letting me play anything!”
Somebody order that kid a trophy. He just won his first debate.
A few minutes later, Elijah (4 years old) and I were looking at my trophies. He pointed at one and asked what place I came in to get it.
He was pointing at the Little Dribblers National Championship trophy I won when I was 10 years old. I still have it because it’s a national championship trophy and I don’t think you should throw those things away and because I knew this day would come. I’ve kept a second trophy that I’m far more proud of, but I’ll hold off bragging about that one until another day.
I said, “I got that one for coming in 1st place.”
He said, “First place?!”
I said, “Yep. I was a champion.”
He hugged me hard and said, “Good job daddy!”
It was as if I had won it all over again.
I’m glad I kept it.
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