When Your Kid Is the Biggest Loser

The day my daughter came home from 5th grade and announced she’d earned a spot to compete in the conference spelling bee, I was shocked—not because she wasn’t smart enough. In fact, I briefly envisioned her spelling a seven-syllable word to win the Scripps National Spelling Bee on TV (What English-teacher mom wouldn’t love that?)

No, I was surprised because she was terribly shy and avoided competition. She feared failure, and if there was a chance she would fail, she wouldn’t try. So I was really proud. This would be a big step for her, standing on a stage with students representing the area middle schools, stepping up to a microphone in front of a big audience, positioning herself to be judged. I was sure this would be a milestone in her young life. And it was. Was it ever.

It all started with the multi-page list of 1,000 words that sat in the middle of our kitchen table, which soon became our battleground. She had zero interest in studying. I divided the list into manageable parts that she could master each day. She wouldn’t look at it. I read words aloud and forced her to practice. She spit out letters quickly, misspelling even the easiest words she already knew. “Slow down. Slow down,” I’d tell her. I suggested she write the words if she didn’t want my help. Her attempts were thoughtless and illegible.

After a few days of her disinterest, I asked if she was sure she wanted to compete. She said yes. When I asked why she wouldn’t study, she said she would. I explained if she weren’t going to take the spelling bee seriously, she should drop out and let the alternate take her place. I feared her fear of failure was defeating her.

As competition day drew closer, she seemed a little more interested in preparing. She made it through the list, marking off the words she knew and reviewing the words she didn’t. While it was an effort, it wasn’t a winning effort, but that was her choice. Then her fear began to surface. “What if I’m the first one to spell a word wrong?” she finally confided. I assured her she wouldn’t be, that the easiest words would be first and she was a good speller. Still, she repeated multiple times, “I hope I’m not the first one out.”

When we arrived at the host school, my daughter joined the other contestants on the stage. She was so tiny and cute in her favorite outfit—a red plaid skirt, a white blouse with a black tie, and a plaid beret. And I was so proud. I was pretty confident we wouldn’t take home the spelling bee champion, but that didn’t matter. My daughter was in an auditorium, absolutely petrified, forcing her shy self to do all the things that were most uncomfortable to her. That was more important than a trophey. She glanced at me and her dad often, and we’d smile and nod, trying to bolster her courage.

Then the moderator explained the rules to the children and prepared them for a trial run. When it was my daughter’s turn, she stepped up to the mic and received her practice word: puddle. Easy enough. But then she asked questions I never heard her ask before: “Can you repeat the word? Can you use the word in a sentence?” She still looked terrified, but she took control of the moment. Then she quickly spelled p-u-d-d-l-e. Slow down. I tried to push my brainwaves through the audience and into her hard little head.

She grinned at us. We grinned at her. Her chin raised a little higher, and she stood a little straighter. I was so proud.

Round 1 began. Words were pronounced and spelled and parents clapped as children stepped across the stage to wait for the end of the round. Finally it was my daughter’s turn. She approached the mic and looked at the pronouncer.

“Spell the word happiness.”

Relief washed over me. I could see it on my daughter’s face, too. Easy-peasy.

Lightning fast she rattled off h-a-p-p-y-n-e-s-s. She smiled.

I’ll never forget the feeling in my heart as she waited for the pronouncer to pass her to the next round. And I’ll never forget the look in her eyes when instead she heard, “I’m sorry. That is incorrect.”

My daughter exited the stage and took a seat in the area reserved for students who were eliminated. She sat there, surrounded by empty chairs, alone, the first one to spell a word wrong—her biggest fear.

I was heartbroken. Not because she had lost but because she had just learned a hard life lesson—very publicly—and all I could do was watch. I’m being too dramatic, right? It’s just a spelling bee after all. But it had nothing to do with what happened on that stage—and everything to do with what was happening inside my daughter’s head and heart.

She is not a crier. When she was little and would get hurt, she’d struggle to hold everything in. I would whisk her away from the crowd to a private place and tell her, “It’s okay. You can cry.” Sometimes she refused; sometimes she sobbed. But as she sat alone in loser’s row, I knew it took every ounce of her to hold back her tears of humiliation. As the spelling bee continued, Hubby kept looking at her and whispering to me, “This is awful.” He was feeling it, too.

After the last two contestants battled it out, we congratulated them and found our daughter who struggled to hold a composed smile. We left the auditorium, and the closer we got to the car, the harder her quiet tears fell. When we were a safe distance from others, I pulled her to me and let her muffle her sobs in my shirt.

I wanted to say, “It’s okay…” but it wasn’t okay. She needed to feel what she was feeling. I wanted to say, “I told you so.” But I couldn’t say that either. This wasn’t about Mom being right. We’d discuss it…but the car ride home wasn’t the time. I would let a day or two pass before I launched into the mom lecture titled “Now What Did You Learn from This?”

But my lecture plans were cancelled.

That night as I tucked her into bed, she was still fighting tears. I pushed hair off her forehead and kissed her nose and said, “I’m sorry, Sissy.” Because I was. It’s tough to learn tough lessons. She looked up at me with big green eyes full of tears and squeaked out, “I don’t think I tried hard enough.”

I didn’t say a word…although I wanted to. But there was nothing to say. She got it.

I wanted to assure her that she did try hard enough—because I’m Mom and I wanted to ease the yuckiness she felt—but I couldn’t tell her a lie.

I wanted to downplay it, make it feel smaller for her. It was just a spelling bee. Did it matter? The lesson mattered.

Instead, I reassured her I love her and always would—no matter how big the win or how big the loss—because her value isn’t based on either.

To this day, we don’t speak about the spelling bee. It doesn’t matter that years have passed and she’s a college girl now on scholarship. But occasionally when her Daddy wants to pester her, he’ll ask, “Can you spell happiness?” I dodge because an object will likely fly in his direction.

It’s a lesson that still hurts. But the most important ones usually do.

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14 Comments

  1. Sabrina Templin says:

    Wow I’m glad I’m not a mom that would break me. I’d say or do the wrong thing…lol

    • Karen Sargent says:

      Let me tell you…I wanted to say SO many things! It was hard to know what to say, what not to say, when to say it, or not. Thanks for reading, Sabrina!

  2. Sandy Slusher says:

    Love this. It’s hard at times to know when you should say something or just let it be. Fighting one of those battles right now even with one that thinks they are grown and know what is best. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Tracy Lucchese says:

    Thank you so much for sharing this!

  4. Pat Wahler says:

    As a parent, we want to do something to remove the hurt, but a child also needs to learn from their mistakes. I’d say you achieved the perfect balance.

    • Karen Sargent says:

      And I’d say I’ve done nothing perfectly when it comes to parenting. LOL! Too bad we learn from our parenting mistakes after we’ve made them, right? 🙂

  5. Esther Morad says:

    My word, this one killed me! That has always been one of my biggest hurts, how to protect my kids from life’s disappointments. Especially the ones they could have avoided if they would just listen to someone who was trying to help them! All you can do is sit and watch, knowing what is going to happen, and pray you have the right words to say when it is all done. Thanks for sharing!

    • Karen Sargent says:

      You are so right, Esther…sitting and watching when you know what’s ahead but can’t do anything about it is the worst. I wonder of all the prayers God hears daily, what percentage are from moms? 🙂

  6. Amanda says:

    Had to read this post. This was literally so close to my own story of competing in the 5th grade spelling bee! It was a lonnngggg time ago, but I remember studying super hard and messing up on a pretty easy word. If memory is correct, I was the first one out too! Ugh and I love spelling! Good word though momma. I don’t remember what my mom said to me, but I didn’t need her to say anything. I remember feeling pretty awful at the time, all by myself.

    • Karen Sargent says:

      Isn’t it funny how those disappointment from so long ago still matter? I can hear it in your “voice.” What a tough loss, especially when you tried so hard!

  7. Sally Poyzer says:

    Great post Karen! I love how God helped you the resist the urge to ‘rub it in’, lie or minimise it. Instead you just loved her and also put it into perspective. A great lesson for all us mums 😊

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