It’s coming to the end of June, which means oh god it’s Sports Day again. Please tell me that’s I’m not alone in thinking this! You see I have a son who doesn’t like sports, well he likes watching motor sports, but that’s not very helpful in this instance. I can’t remember ever not enjoying Sports Day myself. Although shy, I still had a competitive spirit and always loved running.
Monkey doesn’t seem to share that spirit and certainly doesn’t enjoy this annual event at school. He managed to get through it at pre-school and in Nursery as he was guided around various assault courses. But last year, Reception year, the agony of Sports Day reared its head. Full on. Monkey didn’t want to go to school, he certainly didn’t want to take part in anything, nothing was going to persuade him that the event could be fun.
I’d forewarned his teacher and she’d picked a special job for him to help her with. It didn’t help, he didn’t want to go, there were tears. I had to sit across the field from him as he refused to join in with one race after another. I could see his frustration, he took it out on his best friend, it wasn’t nice to watch. My heart broke for him. As much as I’d love him to join in, why are children put through this if they really don’t enjoy it. What is he learning?
So here we are, a year on, Monkey has grown and changed in so many way. But his dislike of sport remains. For the last couple of weeks he’s told me he isn’t going to school on Sports Day. He isn’t going to wear his house colour t-shirt, even if it is his favourite giraffe top. He’s not going, he won’t take part, he wants to stay at home. With a heavy heart, I tell him that it will be ok, he might enjoy himself (neither of us actually believe this). I tell him about the fun Sports Days of my own childhood. It’s all to no avail. He’s set.
Maybe one day he won’t see this annual school event as an ordeal. Maybe one day he’ll enjoy trying, just joining in. Maybe.
Oh god it’s Sports Day again, it’s today, it’s this morning. He’ll be waking up shortly and the battle of wills will begin. Getting him to school will be one thing. Getting him to join in ……Willing him to enjoy the experience …….. He’s 6, I don’t want him to feel so unhappy about one morning at school. A few hours out of an entire school year. Wish me luck.