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?
But I quickly realised that Maddie couldn’t care less. She was too enthralled by the novelty of the entire day. The bus trip to the sports oval. The sticker she received for competing. The bigger kids doing high jump and shot put. I took a leaf out of her book: she wasn’t fussed about coming first – so why should I be? We bonded over the lesson I learned from her that day and I owe that special moment to sport.
In another photo there’s our whole family together at the snow last winter. Maddie and Piper spent a couple of days at ski school learning how to snow plough and how to gently glide down the slope. When ski school finished each day, we all practised together, side stepping a little way up the hill and then skiing down one after another. We built our own Olaf with chocolate buttons and a carrot nose and we threw snow balls at each other. My husband and I felt so immensely grateful that we could share our own love of skiing with our two girls.