Get your fleece off honey!
Get your hands in the air!
Get in tighter!
Get your hands in there!
Would you both stand over there.
Our standard position is “We’re not really competitive people in our house”. But the missus and my behaviour yesterday put a dent in that theory. I found myself the only adult shouting at my daughter’s end of term school netball completion, except for… my other half.
It’s the first time in my life I’ve attended a competitive team sporting fixture in which my daughter was playing. And what an extraordinary experience that is. I was rooting for her, so much I couldn’t stand still and certainly couldn’t help trying to catch her eye and shouting advice at her.
I need to learn from my own Dad: arrive without fanfare, be present, then quietly disappear.