A little while ago Mademoiselle entered the BBC R2 500 Words Competition. We recently got notice that her story will not make it through to the finals.
I now have to tell my girl something she put her heart in to didn’t make the grade.
I’m gutted for her.
This is the first time she’s put her writing talents out to the public, for others to see and critique. This is the first time she has been judged on her creative work, and the first time she would have failed.
At school she breezes through literacy & vocabulary as it’s her ‘thing’ (you wouldn’t know she was the daughter of a blogger! Heehee!) So when she asked to enter the 500 Word competition it made sense.
Last year over 123,000 other children entered too, and the odds of making the Top 10 were wafer-thin slim. But why not dream? Someone had to make it to the top.
Mademoiselle was always so hopeful and confident about entering her first writing competition. And I wouldn’t be doing my job as a mummy if I too didn’t hold that *rather large* slice of hope – after all she had that unwavering confidence seen in the young!
Managing expectation without pouring cold water on an exuberant nine-year old is a very fine balancing act, I can testify from experience.
So the results are now in and her story didn’t make the last cut.
We didn’t get any details. We didn’t get any sugar-coating or a ‘prize for everyone who enters’ kinda prize (I’m still unsure where I stand on that one anyway…but that’s for another day). It’s a Yes or No.
Ours was a no.
I was – and still am – so proud of the time she spent working on her story, her passion for her writing and gusto and bravery to do what SHE wanted to do.
I love her story and of course, I wanted her to win. Instead I have to tell her it wasn’t to be…this time.
I’m sure she’ll accept it with an element of disappointment & lots of questions. It’ll probably be me who ends up in tears.
Have you ever had to tell your child their ideas didn’t make the grade? How did you manage that without dashing confidence?
I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.