Living Arrows: a little moment of the week to pause, savour and treasure
Back in the pre-children days H and I had a long standing hockey competition running between the two of us. It was played across the width of our garden, with folding crates at each end as goals and pretty much the only rule that you lost if you hit it under the fence and into the neighbour’s garden. The patio was off the edge of the pitch and all other obstacles were valid. Our rivalry was fierce, and only my complete lack of any sort of hockey skills prevented the score from being more evenly matched. If will power, commitment and determination were enough it would have been a solid draw.
H found the goals this week, tucked into the back of the shed and looking slightly the worse for wear for having spent several years being a home to spiders, and pulled them out for a little family hockey practice.
One of Kitty’s birthday presents was a Kitty-sized stick, and she was absolutely thrilled and quite desperate to get out and hit something with it, so she and H played while I pushed Pip in the swing and he told me again and again how he really ought to be playing too.
So we had a go and with his assistance as ‘obstacle to be given a wide berth’ I did manage to score the first goal and promptly retire, thereby ensuring victory!
Happily, there was no shortage of volunteers to take my place; Elma got really stuck in, and Pip was crawling crawling crawling desperately trying to keep up. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if his first steps are straight to a hockey stick.