It was sports day the other week and my 8 year old daughter was running the sprint. She had proudly told me that in the try outs her teacher had said ‘first….by a mile’, referring to her ability and she was determined to impress. Unfortunately I couldn’t make it for the start so I sent messages to all my mother friends asking them to take pictures of her if her race was before I got there. Good job too as hers was first! So as I approached the school I received pictures of her crossing the finish line.
Now, do I admit I was late? Or do I go with the flow? After all I had the picture and had been given all the relevant information. ….
I spotted her hair in the crowd and waited till she was suitably distracted and then I joined the other parents, confident I had got away with it. As my friend would say, ‘no shaking!’. The rest of the event went smoothly especially as I dodged the mothers race. Having won it by fluke last year, there were great expectations so to avoid any confusion or assumptions I decided to arrive in turquoise heels!
At the end of the event she spotted me and said ‘you missed my race’. I responded calmly, ‘you were brilliant! Next time sweetie, try not to slow down when you get to the line, that’s when you need to dig in deep.’
She was a bit puzzled ‘you saw it?!’ she exclaimed in shock. I smiled.
As we walked home with a friend (who normally comes home with us) I noticed that, coincidentally, they both had identical hair styles!!! There was no way I could have known that the child I identified was actually mine!…..perhaps I hadn’t got away with it after all! Oh well!
Label: 100% person. Young but not stupid. Honesty still best policy.