It’s fun when your kids are good at stuff. I mean, I spend so much energy worrying about how my kids are BAD at stuff (manners principally) that it’s a relief to be happy about something. Proud of something, even….though I know that their skills have little to do with my influence.
Still, I’m proud that our kids are damn good bikers.
Naomi is 3. Three! Plenty of her peers are wobbling around on training wheels. She’s negotiating hills and turns for 10 kilometers of trails around McClean’s Island bike trails, out by the Waimakariri River. Milo made it an extra 5 kilometers. I think we’ll be doing some multi day family bike trips next summer.
I’m also proud of Milo and his rugby.
I complained bitterly (in my head) about the start of the sports era. “I’m NOT a soccer mom! I’m not a good cheer leader. I don’t want every Saturday consumed with sports. I don’t bring orange slices and granola bars to practices. THIS IS NOT MY ZONE!”
But actually, it has not been all that bad. I’ve met a mom that I can exchange a few pleasantries with on the side lines. I’ve even enjoyed watching the kids run around the field. They’re funny. They sometimes run the wrong way. Do you know how confusing it is to switch end zones half way through the game??