I recently decided to let my two older kids give acting a try.
Why didn't it occur to me when I brought my young sons to audition for a commercial that maybe, just maybe, one of them would not make it and the other would get the job?
How did that scenerio not cross my mind??
Well, that's exactly what happened this week. My six-year-old son was named a finalist, but my eight-year-old son did not make the cut.
I shared the exciting news with my younger son first, while we were alone. Next was the hard part. How do I break the news to my older son?
I did the best I could. I told him that he did not get the job, but that his younger brother was still in the running. I told him that it was OK to feel hurt and disappointed, but we should be happy for his brother.
I could see the tears in his eyes. My heart ached. How did I not see this coming? What a rookie mistake that I had made.
Then it dawned on me: Life is full of heartaches. And while I wish I could protect him from all of the pain and hurt, I think that would be a huge disservice.
I let him cry and held him tight. I shared stories about the stack of rejection letters that I received over the years while searching for jobs in the television industry. I ended up working at one of the best stations in the United States and I won an EMMY to boot! There was also the time that I didn't make my high school cheerleading squad. I was devastated, but I later went on to cheer in the NFL.
Something better always comes along. And the heartache makes it that much sweeter when it does.
When we knelt down to pray that night, my son asked to say a special prayer. He prayed that his younger brother would do well if he landed the job. In the end, he was the one who taught me a lesson in how to truly rise above the heartache.
Sloane is a reporter and anchor for WRAL-TV and the mom of three. She writes monthly for Go Ask Mom.