I am helping out with Netball. What is Netball, you may ask? It is English Baskeball or I call it "Basketball with manners". My girls love this game. Anyway, I am probably the most unathletic mum in the school and I am helping with an afterschool sports team. Go figure. Just because a friend is the coach.
Carrie is the coach and she rocks. She is amazing at this. noticing what's going on in about half a dozen places at one time and obviously planning what happens next. Figuring out who should play each position all the time.
The first week I was a pretty pathetic lump in my skirt sitting on the sidelines.
Second week I put on my most sporty clothes, drawstring trousers and a t-shirt and participated more. I think I found my thing in this. Encouraging the underdogs. I had fun noticing how hard some of the kids were trying and noticing subtle improvements.
"I have noticed each time you try for a basket you get a little higher and closer to the hoop".
"I see you are trying really hard to do what Carrie showed you, well done."
"Wow, you have lots of power you just need to try and work a little more on aim."
I don't think it is hypocritical helping them make baskets when I think I would probably make one in a hundred.
Trying to work on the names now. Alot of new names to remember. I don't know how school teachers do it.
Found out that I will need to get a police check done to continue to work with the kids. I was told to expect the police to come around soon for a chat and they will check my record. I know there is no wierdness for them to discover but it is still a nervous feeling waiting for the police to come and call.