Last Saturday morning was a bit of a shock to the system tied in with a blast from the past. I had agreed to look after a friend's kids for the day, which also included taking them to Saturday morning sports. Both my kids played Saturday junior sport growing up but, with both deciding not to play any more, it's been a couple of years since I had to head off to the fields or courts.
So off I trundled, kids in the car, heading to Westbrook netball courts. Admittedly it felt like it was only last week that I had done it last, it was all so familiar. Find a carpark (difficult), squeezing between people next to the courts (sorry), kids being told off for climbing fences (naughty boys), the buzzer (loud), balls flying (ouch) - oh what fun.
Maybe it was just because I was out of practice or out of my comfort zone, but after the experience I must say it's not something I've missed.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change the past because I certainly enjoyed it at the time, but it's not something I'd be rushing back into. At least it was a warm-ish morning.
A big positive thing that hasn't changed though is the influence of the volunteers, who are there every week. They all do a great job ensuring everything is organised and making it possible for us parents to just turn up and cheer on the kids having fun and being active.