Picture this: My dearest widower, orphan son (M), his beautiful wife (A), and I are playing cards! Not just any card game. We are playing hearts! How did this happen? I already explained my extreme aversion to games that I lose every time. Not only do my husband and son count cards, but so does our daughter-in-law! Oy! The perfect young woman is in league with the guys. I can sulk and watch them have fun. Or, I can stop worrying about winning and losing. Oh my, I have taught that social skills lesson to many kids. I just never learned it myself.
What do I tell my students? You can have friends or insist on winning every time. It is much easier to tell someone else what to do. Did I want to enjoy my beautiful family or selfishly insist upon winning word games? Could I handle losing? Not sure. Could I endure those smug faces as I bombed out on every hand? I’m wavering. But my dearest widower led the way. He got smacked in hearts and laughingly accused A of reading his mind. He jumped up and created a tinfoil hat to protect his brainwaves! (He was inspired by the movie “Signs.”) That’s how he handled losing a game. I started losing and laughing. I insisted on having A as my partner. Lesson learned.