Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I Should Be Used To Rejection
I should be used to rejection by now. As a writer, I’ve been rejected by agents, publishers, reviewers, and even a few readers. I can take that. It’s part of a writer’s life. My skin has gotten thicker.
Who hasn’t been rejected? By a member of the opposite sex, for example. By a college? By a potential employer? Smarts, doesn’t it? Makes us want to scream, kick something, or have a strong cocktail.
It wasn’t until this weekend that I discovered rejection can really, truly hurt. You see, we’ve gone through the harrowing process of applying to a few private schools for my son. Our motivation was to place him in the smallest class we could find, because he has a slight sensory processing disorder and benefits from individual attention.
He’s a smart kid A sweet kid. And a cute kid, if I say so myself.
And he was rejected across the board.
The phone calls and letters letting me know that no one felt he was a “good match” for their school left me flattened. I was more depressed and lethargic over the last few days than I’ve been in years. I kept saying to myself, “How could they pass on such a terrific kid?”
Of course, I’m biased. He’s my kid. And he’ll be okay with our help no matter where he goes. My outlook is much more positive today. I trust those educators knew what they were saying and I can only hope he gets the attention he needs at our local school. I plan to meet with them soon just to make sure of it. ☺
So bring on the professional rejections. After this weekend, they’ll slide off my shoulders like water. And I’d take 100 rejected proposals over having to feel this way about my son again. Sigh. I am not looking forward to college applications…
How about you? What was your most painful rejection?