True Confessions: The Sports Widow Has Trophy Envy
June 26, 2007 10:46 PM | 0 Comments
In the past week, I have witnessed both 9-year-old Austin and now 7-year-old Caroline receive gleaming, glittering trophies for their athleticism in baseball. For Caroline it was her first. Her trophy was gender-specific, complete with a girl player with a ponytail. For Austin, it was his umpteenth trophy.
Apparently seeing your name inscribed on a cheap chunk of plastic and pseudo metal never gets old. As they seize that symbol of recognition, the delight in their eyes and the pride of accomplishment are simultaneously mystifying and tormenting to me. As I've said, I never did anything that was worthy of a trophy. I'm not even sure if I won a single game while playing Junior Varsity on the Shorewood High School Tennis Team in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
IF I were to receive a trophy, my most extraordinary talent would have to be talking. I personally dream of receiving the coveted Charmin' Chatty Cathy trophy for Extraordinary Loquaciousness. For me, talking is a daily athletic event. My honorable mentions may be in the categories of film enthusiasm, baking or for my strong connection with my Wisconsin roots - my kids call me The Dairy Queen because of my love for all things in this food genre.
Do you have a trophy collection?
If you don't, what should you receive a trophy for?
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