6th grade started out rough, ya’ll. I thought Hannah was going to crack under all of the pressure. Riding the bus, lockers, bells, navigating 8 different classes and the volume of projects
we she had to complete was unlike any we had ever seen.
Auditions for the fall musical were posted immediately. Luckily, Hannah had the maturity and insight to know that she could not handle that huge undertaking at that time. “I think I need to focus on making this transition without having to take on something so big,” my 12-going-on-30 daughter informed me. I agreed.
She has dealt with feelings on competitiveness in the past with a classmate, Sonya*, who had a part in the musical. So I thought she might regret opting out once the time came for the performance and she wasn’t a part of it. I waited for the “Everyone thinks she’s soooooo great!” insecurity to begin.
The night of the musical, Hannah gracefully complimented the performers and seemed unfazed by Sonya’s achievements. I flashed back on a talk I had with her quite awhile ago about how some people think because someone else’s star is shining, it means their own star’s light will be dimmed. I wondered if she remembered it.
“Hey remember when we talked about what Brené says about scarcity? How people think if one person is successful/pretty/smart, that means there’s no room for them to be successful/pretty/smart? I think you’ve really taken that and applied it to Sonya,” I told her.
“Yeah. Just because she’s a good performer doesn’t mean I’m not,” she said. And then, “I’m a little better than her actually.” I laughed. Glad she finally believes it.
*not her real name