So this morning my son Master 8 had his first game of football. He kicked a goal and a point. I couldn’t have been more proud just that he was participating. I got overly excited and yelled out from the sidelines “Run boy, run, now kick it.” I later asked him if he had heard me and he said he hadn’t. Lol, next time I will save my voice box and my dignity. I couldn’t help it I was so proud. As a single full time working mum I don’t often have an opportunity to have so many play dates or meet other mums from school, so I love to see him interacting with other children. This year Milo cricket was the first time he had played a team sport and I seen his confidence raised and his listening skills and team work improve. Subsequently I also met another mum with 3 children and we have since met up for a few play dates. I’m so glad for him that I made the decision to get him involved. The only sad thing is his father has him on the other weekend and because I organised the sport arrogantly refuses to take him as he says he has better things to do.
Posted anonymously, 27th April 2014