Last night I attended the Pinewood Derby races for my sons’ cub scout troop. My wife loves woodworking of all sorts, so I have never made a Pinewood Derby car. At our first Pinewood Derby, now many years ago, my oldest son thought that the highest numbers on the electronic scoreboard were best, so he was excited whenever his car came in sixth out of six. My wife quickly learned the tricks of the trade, and he won the next year.
Last year one of my twins (Conrad) placed second in his first-ever Pinewood Derby. For some reason, the other (Christian) had a slower car, so this year Sue made sure that they switched roles and gave the faster car to Christian. In one of the heats, Christian’s car crossed the finish line first. Parents and family were seated in the bleachers of the elementary school gym, and Christian ran over to us. We were congratulating him, and his obvious excitement made everyone smile. Then he said, “Mommy, I was wishing that!”
I am a complete sap for my kids, and I almost started crying. I love to see the simple faith of children. Of course, immediately after, I started wondering whether the five boys who didn’t win the heat just hadn’t wished hard enough. That’s the problem with competition: someone is always a loser.
Anyway, I managed to purge those thoughts long enough to enjoy the moment with Christian. When he received his trophy, he said, “This is the first thing I have ever won.” Boy, we need to let him out more.