Last year, my younger son discovered he had a talent for long jump. He managed to jump over four metres on his very first jump.
So this year he was clearly first choice for long jump at sports day. And with no willing volunteers, and nobody good at high jump in his house, his classmates nominated him to take part in the high jump too. He was pretty sure he was the underdog and was going to come last.
When he got into the car on sports day, I asked him how he’d got on.
‘Well… ‘ he went on to list a number of kids who are either very tall or very good at sport or both. I should have recognised the deadpan delivery from the handball tournament.
‘And I can’t even fosbury flop! So I just did a scissor jump… ‘
There was a pause that Ant and Dec would have been proud of.
‘And I won!’
My son beat the very tall boy doing fosbury flop by three centimetres and the other boys by quite a lot of centimetres. He managed to jump 1.42 metres – the approximate height of a 10 year old child. Not bad at all!
And as for the long jump… The other kids asked the teacher why they had even bothered turning up, because it was obvious who was going to win.
My son did his best ever jump – 4.48 metres. The other kids couldn’t even make it to four metres. His closest rival jumped 51 centimetres less than my son.
I’m very impressed with my son and very proud of him. Until last year, he had no idea that he could jump, but he’s the best in his year group at both long jump and high jump.
If you enjoy reading my blog, I would be very grateful for a nomination for the BiBs blogging awards in either the Family Lifestyle or Reader’s Choice categories, because sadly there isn’t a category for ‘Mums who Write about their Teenagers Doing Sport’. If there was, I’d like to think I’d totally have that one in the bag. Nominations are open now right here and close on 7th June. Thank you!