Well, I'm raising a fresh baby girl and it is quite interesting. She's only 4 months going on 5. Obviously I try to recall some of the things I enjoyed or found valuable as a kid. Although I'm making sure to work in learning experiences, right now my main goal is to make her smile and laugh as much as possible because I recall hearing how their brain is being wired for introvert v. extrovert, happy v. depressed and things of that nature at this age. She loves Sesame Street YouTube videos, but absolutely hates The Count, so he's banned.
But there is one thing I'm worried about simply because I recall a couple of semi-jarring experiences that I think stick with me to this day. It revolves around not handling failure well. The end result being I have to be careful when I try things out of my comfort zone.
My problem is that I had quite a bit more success than failure growing up. So that made the failures even more pronounced. More frequency early on might have made them easier to handle later on OR maybe they would have made it worse?
The first experience was my younger brother was better at soccer than me. Not that he could beat me, but he was obviously doing better with his peers than I was. Nobody ever brought it up. But I knew and I think it just made me work harder. In the end, I had a better childhood sports experience as I persevered and he dropped out right after soccer and never really did sports again. To be clear, when it came to soccer, he was always more talented than me at it. So it wasn't really about a lifetime sibling rivalry, but more that I was able to realize he was better as something than me, I was allowed my space to develop a work ethic to improve and it became a positive character trait.
The second experience was horrible. Loved playing two player baseball on the video game console. My friends and I were all equals as we'd play each other all the time. All that practice meant I dominated my family members. One Saturday morning, I was playing my father and wasn't beating him as easily. Just the chance that I might finally lose had me playing with a little more seriousness and a lot less fun. I honestly don't recall if I lost or won in a less dominant way. But when the game was over, I decided I had enough for the day. My father decided it was time to teach me a lesson and told me I couldn't just leave when he was finally getting better. I was forced to play another game, with all the fun sucked out of it. I'm pretty positive I lost that time because I just wanted it to end. Just glad the forced game was over, so I tried to leave again. Now my father angrily told me that life wasn't always going to be easy and I can't just run away from a challenge. I think I had to play until the sun went down in my worst video game experience ever. Now that I think about it, I didn't even want to play that game with my friends again after that. I was probably 5 or 6 at the time.
On a non-family level, around 2nd grade we were having the typical Spelling Bee competitions. Our class had a weekly full class spelling competition. The winner was almost always me and a friend. In fact, it became a very fun and friendly competition as we traded wins throughout the year. Then one time I was given an extremely easy word, but it was just one of those common words that was totally foreign to me. When I spelled it wrong, everybody in the class laughed. I probably would have too, because that's what kids do. But it definitely created a sort of phobia. If something is so easy, I'm almost afraid to do it in public. It is one thing to aim high and miss. But to miss a sure thing almost unnerves me. Play a hard guitar part, then worry I'm going to mess up the power chords. The unease isn't dramatic, but it is there.
Because I never truly found the path in that area, I'm worried I'm going to screw it up with her. My last two growth experiences had a negative impact on me, but the first had a positive impact. I don't want her to be gun shy, but I also don't want her to be the kid that is given so much positive reinforcement that she doesn't honestly evaluate if she needs to work a little harder.
So how did the experienced parents deal with their kid's setbacks and failures?
Side note, totally agree with not hitting the child and even more so that a parent ruling by pure fear is a bad path. Wait 'til your father gets home.