I recently stumbled upon some old photos of my kids on my phone that stopped me in my tracks and made me smile.
I’d never really considered my family to be overly sporty, but the photos I unearthed reminded me of so many sporting activities we had shared over the years – activities that really brought my kids and I closer.
Maddie and Piper.
There’s a photo of Piper and I at the new trampolining centre with my sister and her son. I’m neck deep in the foam pit that I’d just catapulted myself into from one of the giant trampolines and Piper is about to dive bomb her way in after me in order to ‘rescue’ me. Suitably, she happened to be wearing her ‘super girl’ outfit that day, complete with flying red cape. I’d hesitated momentarily when the guy at the front desk told me I was allowed to jump with her – I’d thought I was going to be relaxing with a coffee while she played. But afterwards, I was so glad I joined in – the pure pleasure of spending time with my little girl, bonding over something active rather than watching Frozen together for the 50th time was absolutely precious.
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There’s another photo of my six-year-old, Maddie, at her first ever sports carnival. For her first running race, she was the only one who decided to crouch down at the starting line like she’d obviously seen professional runners do on TV. As a result, the rest of the kids took off like a shot when the gun went, while Maddie was still standing back up again. I felt a moment of sympathy for her – would she mind coming last?