I remind these kids constantly that sporting ability is no different to singing ability, spelling ability or even model-like good looks. It's all a genetic lucky dip that some have the good fortune to score better at than others, but which does not make any person any more important than any other. Just different. State of Origin football players aren't courageous, members of the Australian cricket team aren't heroes and Miley Cyrus ain't no role-model.
So I was genuinely surprised when these two brought home age-champion trophies from yesterday's district athletics carnival. Admittedly a small affair, but we're happy to enjoy being big frogs in little ponds for the moment.
Our already small school has taken a hit recently with two larger families moving on. Currently sitting at twenty-two, with the introduction of Year 7 to secondary school next year we'll lose two year levels at the end of this year and move down to fifteen.
Our school hosts this athletics carnival each year and therefore our P & C caters for the event. Not a hard job and the canteen boasts the best vantage point for full oval viewing.
We've only one more week until school holidays. Sarah has effectively finished for the term, though heads back to town next week for Year Ten Work Experience, Jessie's holidays begin Wednesday and the two littlies Friday. Pretty much a logistical nightmare.