So I came home from work and I had Danial coming to me with tears in his eyes. He said to me he is through with playing with Sara. Simply because he felt like he had to let her win all the time. And if he won a game, she would sulk and not want to play anymore. And then the analysis began. This is what he said to me:
"You know mummy, in two years' time, she will go to primary school and then she knows what's it like to have real friends. Her friends will not let her win all the time! She will have to face failures! She will know the pain. And by that time, it would be too late, mummy. Too late! If we don't teach her now, she will not know how it feels like to lose a game. And then if she sulked, she would have no friends. And your daughter will be lonely because no one wants to be her friend because she wants them to let her win all the time. Then, everyone will be miserable like me now."
Hmmm. OK, so it is the husband's and my fault. We always tell Farah and Danial to go easy on her because, well, she is younger and less strong than the two. When they play, she is the last to get to the swing or get to wherever they need to get to.
But I see his point and so today I resolve to ease Sara into the harsh realities of life; that losing a game is painful but that she'll be fine for it. I can hear her scream already.
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