Standing at the sidelines of Mr Six's hockey game, hoping the seriously grey clouds threatening would remain at bay, I thought about the meme doing the rounds on Facebook: "Please remember: 1. These are kids, 2. This is a game, 3. The coaches are volunteers, 4. The referees are human, 5. This is not the world cup."
It was great to see so many parents, grandparents, aunties and siblings supporting on Wednesday. While my son has a strong competitive streak, it looked like he was enjoying the skills practice with the opposition as much as he enjoyed the game!
Hockey is my son's fourth sport he's tried - it follows on from soccer, ballet and basketball, in that order. He's always wanted to play rugby, but luckily (for me) this hasn't yet eventuated. As a parent who wants to support my children's choices (within reason), I don't know how I'm going to cross that bridge, but the stats on concussions are not cool when combined with a growing brain.
After hockey he was disappointed that his team didn't win, but mainly he was happy I could be there to watch him play. He kept waving at me during the game, which seemed very sweet - I realised later he was checking whether I was paying him enough attention!
I had run into another Whanganui mum, there watching her son, so was enjoying our conversation. She shared a lovely story about her boys. They, like my two, were asking her to again arbitrate who was best at something. She responded by saying she didn't want to choose between her two children but instead of leaving it there, the boys explained that they were okay with someone coming second - they wanted to practise saying congratulations to the winner. Wow - what maturity in youngsters! Better than some (most?) adults. Being okay with failure isn't easy for many of us at any age.