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Like Father Like Son


While I am the epitome of “bags of enthusiasm, very little talent” when it comes to all things sporty, H has never met a sport he didn’t like.  As a child and in his teens he played hockey, football, ice hockey, rugby, learnt figure skating and competed for North of England schools in cross country and athletics. At university he played in Cuppers (inter-college competiton) for everything his college entered, including lacrosse, which he’d never played before, and ballroom dancing (ditto).  Even when we were first married and had jobs and other things to occupy our time he was playing hockey, five a side football, had taken up taekwondo, oh and we were training for a marathon, and if I say that now he only plays hockey in the winter and cricket in the summer, and trains with friends all year around, oh and plays a bit of golf when he gets the chance, you can see why I truly do mean “only”.  In short, he loves sport, and he’s one of those people that’s annoyingly good at anything he tries.

And I think Pip might just be the spit of his Daddy when it comes to sport.  He’s loved rolling a ball across the floor and chasing after it since he was crawling, only nowadays it’s less of a gentle roll and more of a full on overarm lob.  He likes throwing things, frequently small wooden blocks, not at someone, just watching them bounce down the length of the lounge and I have a funny feeling that our “no throwing indoors until you can pass your indoor throwing certificate” that has worked so well for the girls won’t cut the mustard with Pip because he probably could get the beanbags in the laundry basket.

When Elma petitioned H for a mini table top table tennis set when they were shopping the other week it was Pip who made off with the paddle and ball; hitting the latter down the hallway and toddling after it, and it’s Pip who can most often be found trying to make off with H’s hockey sticks.

So imagine his delight to be at Grandma and Grandad’s last weekend; the home of all of H’s sporting beginnings and a lot of sporting equipment.

Space for the Butterflies - Like Father Like Son

Space for the Butterflies - Like Father Like Son

There are always a couple of golf clubs propped up against the wall in the garden for (gentle) practice shots and every time we went out into the garden he made a beeline for them, and the golf balls hiding in the flower beds like a sport-based Easter egg hunt. That the golf clubs were nearly as big as him was apparently not a problem, he could see what Daddy was doing (and to a lesser extent Mummy – I do one good shot in about every five!) and where we go, there Pip follows, watching us all very intently and then desperately trying to copy.  I’m actually quite impressed that he can even made the end of a golf club connect with the ball at all – it took me ages to be able to hit the ball off the tee more times than I missed and I was in my twenties when I tried to learn.

Space for the Butterflies - Like Father Like Son

Space for the Butterflies - Like Father Like Son

But if he thinks golf is fun, hockey looks set to be as much of a passion for him as it is for H.  Pip is properly obsessed with playing hockey; he will bring you a hockey stick until you stop whatever you’re doing and play.  He will happily play with one of the many many full size sticks that rattle around our house, though he prefers Kitty’s junior stick, so when his grandparents found his auntie’s mini stick it was as if all his Christmases had come at once.  Finally, a Pip-sized hockey stick!

Space for the Butterflies - Like Father Like Son

Space for the Butterflies - Like Father Like Son

He spent the entire weekend trailing it after him, and accidentally clonking people around the ankles, and getting his ball stuck in corners, and just occasionally making contact with the ball and sending it spinning across the room.Space for the Butterflies - Like Father Like Son

When H and I first moved into our own house I remember his parents commenting that after years of having him playing hockey up down and around their house it was nice to see that he did exactly the same in his own house. I think he must have given them heart failure on a regular basis given teenage boys think that practicing reverse stick aerials from half way down the stairs is a perfectly sensible thing (though fairness requires me to mention that he never actually broken his parents’ house playing hockey – the radiator was a dart and the dining room window was an ice hockey puck – H says the irony is that as he’s very good at hockey he’s only broken himself playing).

Space for the Butterflies - Like Father Like Son

And so I look at my husband, who still plays hockey inside, though more gently now we have lots of little people with squishable fingers running around, and then I look at his son, and I can so clearly see our future: really really good home insurance!

Joining Katie at Mummy Daddy Me for The Ordinary Moments

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  • Lindsay @ a mum seeking sun 28/02/2016 at 7:16 am

    Definitely good home insurance although it’s so lovely when you start to see their personalities and preferences shining through.

    • Carie 28/02/2016 at 9:47 pm

      Isn’t it just – Pip is turning out to be utterly fearless as well as sports mad – H all over again 🙂

  • Katie @mummydaddyme 28/02/2016 at 8:27 am

    Oh bless him, he is definitely taking after his Dad for sure. I can’t believe all the sports he used to play, that is amazing. My husband was very naturally sporty at school and uni, although over the years that has dwindled out to the occasional game of football and a huge passion for cycling and running. I love to see him enjoy these pursuits and while the girls are keen on a kick about in the garden and going on their bikes, I know he is no doubt hoping that either them or our new arrival will want to join him on longer rides in the future. x

    • Carie 28/02/2016 at 9:46 pm

      Oh I hope so for your sake, it’s just so cute to see this mini version of your husband behaving exactly like him!

  • Sherry 28/02/2016 at 10:31 am

    That is so cute seeing him with the hockey stick and I bet you’re going to have great times watching him as he gets older and plays for a team! ours is currently interested in horse riding and scooting, but i was a keen netball player so hopefully that will link in somewhere

    • Carie 28/02/2016 at 9:45 pm

      There really ought to be some sort of sport that combines netball and horse riding shouldn’t there – a sort of netball version of polo!

  • Ailsa 28/02/2016 at 2:09 pm

    I’ve lived with sports mad teenage boys in the past – various broken ornaments and one broken sitting room light fitting (football mad son-in-law)! My husband was a climber and used to use the door frames to practice hand holds and my hockey mad son used to practice in the sitting room! Good luck!!

    • Carie 28/02/2016 at 9:43 pm

      That sounds exactly like my future!!

  • sustainablemum 28/02/2016 at 3:53 pm

    That hockey stick is perfect! Hope that insurance policy ticks all the right boxes 😉

    • Carie 28/02/2016 at 9:42 pm

      Oh it’s going to need to be good isn’t it!

  • Kirsty 28/02/2016 at 6:20 pm

    Love the hockey stick! So cute, bet daddy was super proud. Kirsty x

    • Carie 28/02/2016 at 9:41 pm

      Oh he thinks it’s hilarious – well right up until he gets walloped around the ankles!!

  • Amy @ Very Much So... 28/02/2016 at 9:50 pm

    Oh bless, it certainly looks like he’s taking after his Daddy. I love when you can see aspects of yourself or your partner in your little ones. Oh, and Pip with a mini hockey stick is so, so cute! I didn’t even know that they came that small.

    • Carie 28/02/2016 at 10:12 pm

      Me neither – apparently they’re not actually designed for toddlers, just mini sticks for messing around with! Teams on hockey tour have been known to play entire matches with them because it seems beer + hockey = mini sticks!

  • Eline @ Emmy + LIEN 29/02/2016 at 8:54 am

    This made me smile so much – Pip looks the business with his hockey stick! H must love watching him play. My husband is judo-mad, and always on the look-out for signs of agility and strength in M. I have little doubt in my mind that M is going exactly that way. So my future? Being swept off my feet and onto a sofa or bed in a completely unromantic way, because it’s always followed with a little victory dance and a “ooh, did you see that hip twist” or similar… Maybe I’ll need mummy insurance rather than home insurance!

    • Carie 29/02/2016 at 9:36 pm

      Ah yes, it’s not quite how it looks in the films is it!!

  • Louise (Squished Blueberries) 03/03/2016 at 8:43 pm

    Haha oh bless him, that mini hockey stick looks like so much fun! Carl has encouraged the girls into football from as soon as they can walk, and they love it. Although like you, I do worry for my windows and vases!

    • Carie 07/03/2016 at 10:18 pm

      I’m trying to work out which one is more likely to break more, but I think it might have to be a draw – our poor Windows!

  • Sally 31/03/2016 at 8:51 pm

    Perfect! That mini stick is very cute, or rather Pip is very cute using it. Did it come home with you?

    • Carie 31/03/2016 at 10:22 pm

      Oh very much yes!!

  • Tam 09/04/2016 at 5:12 pm

    How fantastic!! Xx

    • Carie 09/04/2016 at 10:39 pm