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Failure - as a parent

 I have failed multiple times. 


In fact, I have lost count of it. 


But today, my child failed. And he cried. 


Actually, he cried a lot. I wanted to comfort him and explain him why losing is not a big deal.


But he is too young to understand it. He does not know that failure is only going to make him tougher. 

I am sure, he will learn in the coming days and years. 


But today he didn't know that, and he felt extremely sad. 


If it was a teenager or even a ten year old, my motivational pep talk could have worked. 


But it didn't work today. He is merely 5 (and will turn 6 soon!)


When he is sick, I wish the illness transfers to me instead so that he doesn't have to bear the pain. 

Today I wanted to cry on his behalf so that he doesn't. 


I don't want him to cry. May be I want him to lose, and fail occassionaly. Like a gym trainer hurts your muscles systematically only to make them stronger. 


But today it was too much. I have been the gym trainer who trained someone so hard they broke from the mind. 


Now, I am introspecting. I will share my results on this blog. 

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