A stinger xxx

So I met up with a lovely Mum a few weeks ago. Our children had been best friends at nursery, but with life and wotnot we’d not got round to meeting up since they’d left a year ago.

We finally sorted it out and met at Kiddsville only to find them closed with no notice, I sent them a stern email. So off to Jumping Jacks we went. I’d just like to point out that we did have our children with us, a mums date would definitely be at a place with alcohol!

So we got to chatting in between taking our children to the loo, feeding them, watering them, admiring their jumping skills, stopping them beating up the bigger boys etc

Anyway, I was talking to her about Harry’s “anger” and she suggested rugby, well I’d not thought of that, if I’m not allowed to beat him up maybe they could!! …..only joking!

She told me how well her elder son is doing and how he’s just been scouted to play for the Bears and how it’s guided him not to get involved with smoking, drink or drugs because he’s trained as an athlete! Winner winner chicken dinner I thought to myself.

We are very local to The Hornets who seem to be doing very well for themselves, go on lads! She very kindly found me an in and low and behold if the season wasn’t just starting up again.

Off we trundled last week to have a looksie of course I didn’t pack coats, a drink, umbrella and Harry was even in his jeans when we were told the boys could join in as it started to rain.

Harry was so brave getting stuck right in. I winced a bit as he turned to the coach and told him it was easy. Just after that the coach noticed a few of them with hands in their pockets and made them drop and give him 10 push ups, well I was very impressed with that.

Meanwhile Ollie was snuggled in to me whimpering that he couldn’t possibly join in because he was pretty sure he had a blister from his new school shoes.

The training was very structured and the children (mixed team) were told to stop and get a drink, oopsie, well we didn’t know they’d be joining in.

Hero Dad to the rescue, Lee ran home to get replenishments and rain breakers. He’d popped in a breakfast bar for Ollie which seemed to do the trick and off he went to join in, Ollie not Lee. He did however ask me to stand with him which I did and then he ran straight off so I was there like Gulliver on his travels with little people running all around me, not embarrassing at all!

Well Harry was a star and so was Ollie, just took a little longer to get in to gear.

I was so pleased and so proud to be part of the rugby community! I even text a few friends to let them know signing off as a rugby mum.

Well we’d joined the WhatsApp group, the Facebook page, practically bought the t-shirt, the uniform at least. There was talk of a tour in March and I was just about to book the accommodation when Lee suggested we let them go for a second time before committing, he’s so sensible.

Last night when we were tucking the boys in to bed Ollie said he couldn’t go to rugby on account of his ouchie ankle and leg and then Harry piped up that he couldn’t go in case someone wanted to punch him in the face. Okay.

I let them sleep on it and again this morning they were both adamant they didn’t want to go.

Part of me felt regret that they would be missing out on so much and then the other part decided there was no point fighting them both to do something they didn’t want to. They’re only 5, they have plenty of time to find things to excel at, no need to shove things down their throats now. I didn’t give up without a debate though and Ollie pointed out that they do do swimming and sports camp and have lots of friends and they’re happy, well you can’t really argue with that can you?

They are excelling at swimming and loving it so why spread them thin?

Off for a lovely family day today x especially as they will have enough energy for a good long dog walk!

Love and hugs, kisses & wishes! Xxx