Sam, James and I went off to Taekwondo this morning. At least, Sam went to Taekwondo and James and I went to watch. I imagine you are quite disappointed to learn that I wasn't taking a more active part.
I think it fair to say that James didn't do quite as much actual watching as I did. He spent most of the time colouring in bubble letters which I drew on odd scraps of paper
I fished out of my handbag. I am always incredibly impressed with myself when I manage to have something useful in my handbag. It rarely happens. I never have a handy plaster when a littl'un falls over and gushes blood. If I manage to find a wet wipe, you
can guarantee that it will be all dried up and useless. You get my drift.
James, of course, does not know this so when I produced my scraps of paper he fell
upon them gratefully and I was Super Nanna, at least for the duration of the Taekwondo session.
Sam at Taekwondo is rather like me at Aqua-aerobics. We are both
enthusiastic and raring to go. We are polite and friendly to our trainers. We stand up straight in our ordered lines. We always look the part - though Sam did come a cropper off his bike on our way to the lesson so his white trousers were not quite as white
as they were when he left home.
We both like the part of the session best where we run round and round the hall / pool demonstrating our agility and ability to
overtake other, slower participants. We both enjoy the kicking part of the required moves. And, above all, we both strive to listen and to watch - but sometimes our legs and arms don't seem to move in the same direction as we are being shown.
Sam likes me watching. He beams over at me before, during and after every move and I have to restrain the impulse to applaud as it seems this isn't the done thing.
It's likely, too, that playing to me in the audience is not doing a great deal for his powers of concentration.
Sam's Dad says he needs to listen more
attentively if he is to succeed at Taekwondo. Fortunately for me there is nobody to criticise my lack of concentration, listening skills, or co-ordination during aqua-aerobics.
Sam and me. Two of a kind.