It is Sports Day next week and for the first time, all three of my children will be taking part. Charlie has moved over to the Juniors so things are done a little different as they do it in smaller groups. The girls are at nursery so will only take part in one running race and then spend the afternoon watching the rest of the children. One little race – how cute will that be. Except, it’s going to be all out WAR.
My littlest lady is incredibly competitive and I am worried that we are going to have a full on meltdown if she does not come first. She told me with a rather heavy heart that she had not won the practise, so I am fearing the worst for next week. You can tell she is going to be quite athletic; you can tell this by the way she moves and balances. She’s always been so much more active than my other two and was the youngest of mine to walk and crawl. She just has that inbuilt sporty nature and zooms off at lightening speed. Despite being one of the youngest in the nursery class, you’d never know. She is always up for getting stuck in.
I wonder if her competitive streak may be inbuilt owing to the fact she has a twin. Sating that, there is n0 obvious rivalry in fact the complete opposite. P1 is not arsed in any capacity about walking let alone running, so I can’t see her being keen to win. If anything, she will be the one having a tantrum as she can’t be bothered to run the few metres up the track; she is a lazy bones is our Pops.
Sports Day is like marmite – some love it, some hate it. It can be seen as unfair to make those not as athletic to race as someone always has to come last. Alternatively, some think it’s a good thing to get children to take part in competitive events as they’re all taught that it is the taking part that counts and a bit of healthy competition is always good.
Whatever your view, pray for me next week as my feisty pair step onto the track. All hell may break loose!