Panic ensued last week when I went to collect Little Z from Pre-School and saw a big notice saying it was Sports Day the following afternoon.
Arggggh! How did I not know this? I had to go to work. Was I going to miss his very first Sports Day? I know what they were thinking…”she’s always working that one. Never takes part in the fancy dress or baking”. Terrible terrible parent.
After some urgent enquiries all was ok again and calm was restored. Sports Day would only be an hour at lunch time so I could rush there and rush back and the pre-school really didn’t think I was a terrible parent at all.
Ok the last bit was just mostly in my head.
The Other Half was so excited upon hearing about it that he booked the entire day off work within minutes. I feared this would be a coupling of the extreme sporty cum self appointed coach and the ultra lazy and a free spirited 3 year old that does what he wants thrown into the mixture.
The big day arrived and off we trundled to the local football club to see our little athletes in action. The Other Half practically jogged there warming up for the all important Daddy’s race. He wasn’t being competitive. Just supportive. Of course.
Having not been to a school Sports Day since my own many many moons ago, I naively expected a structure typical of any organised sports event. What I discovered about pre-school Sports day for the next hour was both surprising (to me mostly) and hilarious….
1. It’s pretty hard to get a large bunch of 3 year olds to follow instruction for too long. You should expect a few attempts to escape after a while of sitting down waiting for their turn to run.
2. Preschoolers can run pretty fast in their attempts at breaking free. Keyworkers can run even faster though. Maybe it’s in their training before they qualify.
3. The little ones will keep eyeing up and getting distracted by the ice cream van that’s been ordered to reward them at the end of the day. They really need to place that ice van on the pitch at the finishing line.
4. The kids races are absolutely hilarious. There is energy, defiance, free styling, tears and a lot of excitable screaming. And that’s before they even start running.
5. There are some parents that take a 3 year olds Sports Day really seriously. Probably at the top of this spectrum is the parent that turned up in full running gear. I think they were some kind of professional athlete. I think it’s unfair to have made me run against them. I wanted to be them.
6. I found out I’m pretty unfit. I came third last. To be fair running isn’t my sport. I happened to be quite a discus thrower at school. For some reason they didn’t have this on the day. I was made to run against the professional athlete looking person. Did I mention that already?
7. The Other Half came second, apparently. Unfortunately he didn’t listen to the instruction about running back from the finishing line so I’m pretty sure he came third last too. The official score is second though. Second.
8. Little Z opted out of the sack race and free-styled it across the field instead. He also decided to bat the egg in the egg and spoon race. Running with both myself and Daddy screaming with delight was probably his favourite moment of the whole event. He now asks to do Sports Day every week.
9. They should maybe have a medal for the adults too. Some of the parents looked a bit gutted to find they were exclusively for the little people. Likewise for ice creams.
10. I’ve said this before but keyworkers are pretty fantastic. How they manage such large groups of little people with consistent patience and love is amazing. Oh, but get out of their way whilst racing. Whoever said Dads were most competitive were wrong.