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Header!

Today's memory-making moment: T1 scores header goal in soccer, from outside the box. His team loses, but he is named Man of the Match. Who's a proud mumma?     Image sourced: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2285412/Heading-football-cause-brain-damage.html  

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Scoring at soccer

Saturday here. Just ticked over to the afternoon; the morning spent with the children's sport shuffle. I left home with Our Girl before 8AM to get the two netball matches, this week in back-to-back time slots. Hubster left home about an hour later, and took both boys to T1's soccer match. After netball, Our Girl… Continue reading Scoring at soccer

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Rash and Anxiety

A small gathering stands to one side of the pitch as the family arrives. They hang back from the group. The woman's brow is tightly drawn. She grips the arm of her husband, as if keeping him with her. His face is unreadable, but he offers a slight nod. With his left hand, he nudges… Continue reading Rash and Anxiety

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A morning outing

It's a public holiday here in Melbourne. That means I have the kiddies home with me. Presently, they're watching a Netflix show, Spanish and horrendously dubbed. But they've already asked for their iPads, many times. It's an incessant tune, like a riff from a song. I effectively kept them from singing the tune on repeat… Continue reading A morning outing

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The lot of parents

As parents, Hubster and I are about to drown in an avalanche of activities, all crammed into Saturday mornings. This is what parents do, I guess. I remember my own parents, shuffling me and my two brothers to different sports on Saturdays. And now it's my turn. For all of last year, I coached my… Continue reading The lot of parents