I want to be the winner.
My son is 4, and that is something that has frequently come out of his mouth. He loves to win, he wants to be first. We have had to gently talk to him about what winning truly looks like.
Crossing the finish line first may mean that you were the winner of the race, but maybe sometimes being first isn’t truly winning. Sometimes there comes a time to forget running the race in order to endure with someone that is hurt, encourage someone, or persevere with someone you love.
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