Hungry
Posted by dulwichmum on Mon 24 May 2010
We constant endeavor to motivate and support our progeny. I am haunted by my friend Vashi’s recent insistance that the world does not owe the poppets, or the UK a living (wipes tear from eye). Damn! I know she is right.
As a parent, one naturally goes to great lengths to afford ones offspring every possible advantage – but there are some things that the poppets must simply do for themselves if they are not to grow up to be a group of completely feckless lazers (wails)!
To be successful, they MUST be hungry to excel all by themselves (bites lip)… We simply can’t provide that in a pill (blows nose). It is actually possible to distract them with too many bells and whistles you know (looks serious).
I attended my darling son’s inter-schools swimming gala just this afternoon. I always find it incredibly entertaining to observe how these 3 top independent schools, all located within a stone’s throw of each other, manage to define and pit their teams so successfully against each other.
Arty prep school, sent along a team of theatrical chunksters youngsters, who skipped along the poolside holding hands, sporting expensive (and no doubt) specially commissioned jewel coloured neoprene catsuits – you can buy virtually anything from The Great Little Trading Company! Their pre-swim cheerleading pyramid was incredibly impressive…
Burly sporty boys’ school was represented by a mob of snarling little thugs boys, complete with missing front teeth (or were they wearing gum shields?) who executed an aggressive Hakka style display at the edge of the pool before donning menacing black swim caps, inscribed with the words “killer”, “bone crusher” and “shark” (their art and dance teachers appeared both physically and emotionally drained by their efforts).
Max’s squad sloped up to the pool, had a bit of a yawn and a stretch and managed to appear nonchalant as they removed their thick rimmed glasses and slipped into the water.
When the whistle blew, for an apparently sight impaired team, Max and his chums were incredibly focused (smirk). They ploughed through the water, leaving the other boys for dust, apparently dazzled by eachother’s swimwear and exhausted from their athletic formation dance displays. The outcome of the competition was a joy to behold.
My poppet’s team won, naturellement! Focus on the task in hand is everything, don’t you agree?
As I said, one can’t purchase the poppets’ the hunger to succeed and there is no substitute for their hard work or focus… but access to an Olympic coach, a number of private pools for practice – seven nights a week, along with the promise of a celebratory trip to Disneyland Paris is a marvelous thing, clearly!
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Knackered Mother said,
Love it! And on your last post….rest assured you are not alone. See may last post for details. Mine’s a right nutter x
dulwichmum said,
Oh sweetie,
I shall pop straight over to see!
kitschen pink said,
You can create a hunger in two ways – starvation or temptation I, like you, have always felt the latter is a more enjoyable route for all concerned! Well done DM. One day people will look up to and admire your poppets in the full knowledge that their darling mummy is the woman behind it all! t.xxx
Aly said,
A little reward to motivate your poppets has done you in good steed.I’ll look forward to seeing Max in a future Olympics.Well done you!
Marianne said,
Spot on as ever DM!
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