At every step of the way, children are celebrated for routine accomplishments, complains a Seattle columnist after attending a preschool graduation ceremony, which was rivaled only by the kindergarten graduation ceremony.
I congratulated my son for earning the “Player of the Game” certificate after a recent baseball game. “Oh, Mom,” he said, “It doesn’t mean I actually played a good game. They always give this to the kid who played the worst so he won’t feel bad.” Are we supposed to frame this certificate and hang it on the wall?
. . . not every single rite of passage or piece of homework deserves a full-blown parade. I sympathize with the sensible superhero Mr. Incredible, who lamented, “We keep coming up with new ways to celebrate mediocrity.” He’s right. How will we teach our kids to sweat their way to excellence if every single achievement is rewarded with a trophy?
If everything’s celebrated, nothing’s special.