Picking Teams

Blip is the card I found yesterday. It was from the girls grandparents and I didn't really look too close at the picture when they gave it to me..but when I found it last night I realised that it was almost a mirror image of a photo I have of the girls on a holiday years ago.

We spent a lovely couple of hours by the river Duddon in the Lakes...all of us, grandparents too. They have the photo.

When I realised the significance...it was just one of those 'kick in the guts' moments that come out of nowhere.

I'm a bit fragile at the moment, work is hectic, home is stressful and a million balls to juggle at the minute. So that was last nights little cry.

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J came home with a large scissor type hole in her PE kit on Friday.

Tonight her homework was on an Allan Ahlberg poem

Picking Teams

When we pick teams in the playground,
Whatever the game might be,
There's always somebody left till last
And usually it's me.

I stand there looking hopeful
And tapping myself on the chest,
But the captains pick the others first,
Starting, of course, with the best.

Maybe if teams were sometimes picked
Starting with the worst,
Once in his life a boy like me
Could end up being first!

Q) Why do you like this poem?

A) I LIKE 'PICKING TEAMS' BECAUSE THAT HAPPENS TO ME.

result: mum crying like a baby.