To wound

I don't think before I react sometimes. I try though. Carlee started crying at her volleyball tournament on Saturday. It broke my heart when I noticed she was crying when they were in the huddle. She immediately ran over to Bert and I. Bert was setting below me and she sat down really fast and broke down. She was so worked up because the coach had taken her out of the game because she was having trouble serving. It was hard for us to watch her get that upset. I am not sure that she was upset with the coach, but more upset with herself because the couple of serves hadn't gone over. I tried to encourage her as much as I could. I told her that there were others that were having the same problem with their serves and it would be ok. You know I don't know if that was the right thing to say or not. I don't want her to think we aren't proud of the way she plays no matter if she messes the whole game up we will still be proud of her. I forget how hard 7th grade can be. I always remember telling myself I never wanted to go back to 7th grade. I just hate to see Carlee having to go through all of it now. She is also struggling and being hard on herself because she has a B in one of her classes. I have tried to tell her it is ok to have a B, but I can't get that sunk in. I told her I had tons of B's. I just know that I don't ever want to be back in 7th grade again!!!!! If anyone has words of wisdom please enlighten me.