My daughter

About time I added something about my fourteen year old. She has always loved running and since she was 5 years old she would without fail win the sports day events. People (in the nicest possible way) couldn’t wait for her to move up to senior school to give somebody else a chance to win. Embarrassment would set in because I suspected she would win the annual event yet again.

Once she started senior school the competition was much tougher for her, she needed this. She ‘s by no means the fastest now but loves to run. Being short she doesn’t make challenges easy for her competitors. She can easily run four miles, non stop off-road. Last week she asked if she could join a running club so last weekend I looked online for clubs to join. I received an email from one to say she could come and try a few sessions free of charge. 

Thursday evening came, we finished her paper round together and with a quick trip back home to change and refresh our thirst we headed off to the track. We met George the instructor, full of enthusiasm, a dedicated volunteer instructor who asked a few questions and set her off to run for 15 minutes around 9 football pitches with 4 other teenagers 16/17 years old. George was impressed, they were able to chat as they ran (a good sign) and he told them to continue for a third round still within their warm up time limit.

Exercises continued with various ballet exercise to strengthen their core muscles, they used weights and ran a couple of 400 metres. George would like her to join his classes but she needs to decide whether she wants to focus on 400 metres or to do longer distances. As of yet she is undecided which to do, she thinks George is great and loved the evenings challenges. She is quite a determined young lady and despite being younger and much shorter than the others in her group she puts up quite a challenge.

Many emotions all rolled into one.

Having been riding a bike for over a year my son started his driving lessons last September. He was ready apparently to take a test by December I was quite surprised but then he’s had experience with his bike so I guess that’s helped him. However he failed his test with 2 minor faults and one major – he indicated incorrectly at a roundabout. I was relieved to an extent because I felt he hadn’t been driving a car for very long, well 3 months to be honest. Also he was expected to be the driver for a pub crawl two days after that .  . . Can you understand my relief?

So Christmas came and went and the lessons started again, his instructor said he should have been passed the first time around but I wasn’t going to complain. We put in for a test again, it had gone up from £60.00 in December to £75.00 in January! Quite an expensive increase in such a short space of time I felt.

Today was test day again, the half hour of his test was the slowest 30 minutes I have experienced. My daughter and I went shopping and she kept texting me at the point we were expecting to hear an answer, my heart kept missing beats. Then at 3.40 p.m he text ‘I’ve passed with no faults :D’ I showed the text to my daughter and rang him straight back. I was so excited, proud and absolutely delighted for him, I even shed a tear of happiness!


Next once the car is on the road I expect there will be anxious moments from me hoping that he sticks to the highway code and that others around him do the same.