I’ve been run off my feet busy the last few weeks, hence the lack of blogging. It was in a way good that my primary school did competitive sports days. I’m well practiced in the art wining and losing and resigning oneself to the fact that you cant do everything. Of course, I’m one of lifes natural winners *ahem* but I can cope with losing and its all down to my defeat in that egg and spoon race in 1983.
So with all this in mind, I have to admit I was really shocked to discover that our school operates non-competitive sports day. Basically there are a whole series of activities, too many if you ask me but I am a misery. Each child is put in a team, the team does that activity for 3- 5 minutes and it doesn’t appear to matter if they cheat or do it totally wrong. Then you move onto the next station for another thrilling activity. Thus I found myself watching non competitive egg and spoon, skipping, hula hooping, throw the bean bag. For what seemed like hours. I tried my hardest to shout encouragement, but there wasn’t really much point. A bit like watching a P. E. class.
Still, the boy enjoyed himself and was really proud to present the hubby with his souvenir plastic bracelet (!) and it filled an afternoon. However, I do worry. I think one of the most important life skills you can get is that of winning graciously and accepting defeat with dignity. If they cant learn this at sports day, then when do they learn it?