“Got your drink bottle? Cut your nails?”
Pile in the car, park miles away, do your warm up running to the courts.
Find a space huddling next to other parents. Compare notes about progress of sore throats or coughs. Inhale the smell of the organised parents who got there early enough to get coffee. Look at their well-groomed hair and make-up and marvel, while hiding your own unbrushed mop under your raincoat hood.
Babies in back packs. Pyjamas peeking out of pants. Eyeing the heavy grey clouds over the hills.
“GetintospaceGreen.” “Infrontofyourpartners.” Whistle blows. “ohhhh”
Quick drink at half-time, bibs change. Whistle
Kids fall over, knees skinned, they tough it out with tears in their eyes.
And one for the Ref.
Jane Cunningham is a storyteller, mother, slattern and artist. She lovingly retells your story at www.reframingyourstory.com, has an artgallery/blog/learningsite at www.seedsofthenuminous.com and is here on facebook and @faerian on twitter