Today was Alicia's last softball game, with the end of the season awards ceremony afterward. The way it works, every girl in her division gets a trophy. The coach gets called up, he introduces his girls individually and hands out awards, then the next team came up.
Well, this year, they did something slightly different. They had pizza for the girls. No big, right? Except as soon as a team got its trophies, they sent them off to get their pizza and then do whatever the hell they want. Almost all the girls went off to play, so that gradually, the audience cheering and clapping and supporting got smaller and smaller. Alicia's team went first. They had 11 other teams clapping for them. With each new team that called for, that number got knocked off by 1.
Craig and I thought this was appalling, and told Alicia she couldn't go off to play. As soon as she ate her pizza, all of us rejoined the audience to cheer and clap for the other teams. Alicia was the *only* girl from her team to do that. When I went back to the other parents at the end to confirm what time the team party was tomorrow, I made a comment about how Craig and I thought it was so poorly organized, and how it was sending the wrong messages to the girls.
The response I got?
A blase, "Oh well. I guess we're bad parents."
I mean...seriously? Do they really not care about what they're teaching their daughters? Is it really so hard to say, "You know, these girls clapped for you. The right thing would be to sit there and do the same for them."
Apparently they don't.
Alicia sat through the whole thing. She clapped for every girl. I wouldn't have had it any other way.