Nowadays we don’t like to hurt anybody’s self-esteem. The solution? Give
out prizes, ribbons and accolades just for showing up. My youngest son once brought
home a trophy for participation.
“Hey Dad, look, I was there!”
No, actually, he didn’t say that. He rightly recognized even
at the age of six or seven that there was little value to an award received for
no particular effort. For merely dignifying an event with his illustrious
presence. For managing to breathe and stand upright without any unanticipated side-effects.
I don’t know where the trophy is now and I suspect neither does
he. If you ask me it was kind of pathetic.