C has repeatedly told me to remove my Mom Goggles when talking to him. ("Mom, I lost. That's not something to be proud of.") And of course, those goggles are firmly on. I absolutely know this. In spite of that, I have found myself so impressed with his resilience and perseverance lately. He willingly throws himself out there into the world, knowing he may get his ass kicked. And then willingly gets up and does it all over again the next day. It makes me a little embarrassed at how quickly I give up on things sometimes. I really hope he doesn't ever lose that drive, because it is truly something special.