I’m so proud of my little athlete
Yesterday we collected Jellybean from nursery and he was very, very proudly wearing a big bronze (cardboard) medal around his neck.
We whooped, we cheered, we clapped and jumped up and down and told him how very, very proud we are – a bronze medal, third place, what a clever sausage!
What was the event?
“I did the egg and spoon race Mummy, and I did come three!”
Such a proud Mummy, what a super little athlete!
How many people were in the race?
“Three Mummy! And I was the three winner! I dropped my egg – and it BROKE!”
Never before have I ever been prouder. Not only did my little man win a bronze medal in his first ever sports day, he was over the moon and thoroughly enjoyed participating – and doesn’t care that he actually came last, or that he broke his egg and had to finish with just a spoon, or that he wasn’t the ‘first winner’.
I want to encourage this FOREVER.
I want him to love sport, love racing, love participating, love the fun and camaraderie of events like that with his friends, with none of the pressure to feel he’s failed if he doesn’t win, or to miss the funny side when things like dropping your egg happen.
I am so, so proud of my bronze medallist. He is amazing.