For as long as I can remember, sport has been a huge part of my life. My brother and I both played sport as kids – JT played soccer and cricket and I was into hockey and tennis. Consequently, my darling mother spent most of her weekends ferrying us to various sporting grounds all over town. If she ever complained, I never heard about it. What a great mother she was, and is.
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But as it so often does life has come full circle and now it’s my turn. Thank God for comfortable car seats – my backside spent long chunks of time today up close and personal with the black leather upholstery. Rugby union this morning, back home for lunch then to rugby league in the afternoon. Tomorrow morning Son #2 has rep training for rugby union and then, if I haven’t collapsed with exhaustion, we are going to the Sydney Football Stadium in the afternoon to watch the Crusaders v Waratahs (Super 15 Rugby Union – we are HUGE fans in this house!).
But that’s what you do, right? Yet I don’t mind, really I don’t. One of the cool things about sport is the little life lessons kids get exposed to along the way. It’s here that they learn sometimes things don’t go the way you want them to. That everyone needs to play by the rules. That there is no ‘I’ in team. And for Son #2 today, an oldie but a goodie: You can’t win ’em all.
After the heady heights of winning the club championship with an unbeaten record last year, they were well and truly smacked all over the paddock today. There were no doubt a few quiet car trips home for our parents. But life goes on, as it should. There’s always next week, fellas.
Do you or your kids play sport? What sorts of experiences have you had along the way?
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