They give out medals to everyone who competes in my kids' chess tournaments. Trophies are handed out to every kid on the baseball team. Even 5 year olds are awarded a certificate of accomplishment as they graduate preschool.
Of course, these practices generate a feeling of entitlement and deservedness in today's society. Everybody wants acknowledgement for merely showing up.
And I am no exception.
This week, I will complete my first year of juggling three different CPS schools. Three different sets of rules. Three different transport plans. Three different roads to crazy.
So, I ask. Where's my medal? My certificate? My trophy?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
It's a good thing I grew up in an era where only the preeminent athletes received trophies. Where only the kids who got perfect scores on their ACTs were mentioned at graduation. Where only the best and brightest were acknowledged with plaques instead of empty platitudes.
No, I don't really expect a parade for managing this past school year.
But I do reserve the right to bitch just a little.
And if my husband is reading, a box of chocolates would be nice.