Your kids aren't special...and you aren't either.
I have a new hero, and his name is David McCullough, Jr. an English teacher from an affluent Massachusetts town. He gave the commencement speech to the graduating class, and he debunked a belief that helicopter parents have mistakenly believed for the past twenty years.
He told them they aren't special.
He told them that contrary to popular belief, even if they are one in a million, there are 6.8 billion people on this planet, which would mean there are nearly 7,000 people just like them. I don't know where this self-important, whiny baby bullshit parenting mentality came into play, but I am so SO glad that someone finally called people out on it.
If everyone gets an award, then the meaning of that award is lost. Not everyone can be a winner, or there is no winner. No one is going to respect you or your child if you show up to their first interview with them, call their college professor for failing them, or always assume that your perfect little angel couldn't possibly have messed up. Kids are assholes. They do stupid things. Your job as a parent is to help them not do the stupid things again, NOT to tell them that everyone else is stupid for not fawning over their every breath. Your child isn't cuter than every other child, your child isn't smarter than any other child, and no matter how many tens of thousands of dollars you spend on teams, travel teams, extra trainers, etc, your kid isn't going to play for the insert sports team here. Because for every one talented kid in each and every town, there are thousands more like him/her all over the country. All over the world.
We are parents, not personal fan clubs for our children. If you coddle your precious little darling throughout their entire lives, they will just end up disappointed when people laugh in their faces in the real world. Now am I a cold, heartless beast who leaves her children to raise themselves? Absolutely not. Do I let them figure out their own way sometimes instead of doing it for them? Yes. Because the world is not a fluffy, perfect rainbow filled place, and they will need those skills someday. There are bullies on the playground, and there are bullies in the grown up world. There are teachers we don't like, there are co-workers we don't like. There are consequences to our actions, at every single age. It's part of living life, and it's time that American society stepped up to the plate. So rock on Mr. McCollough, Jr., and I hope the people who are too busy whining about how you dared speak blasphemy about their little babies don't overshadow the standing ovation you certainly deserve.