I am sooooooo proud of my 10-year-old daughter.
She’s spent the weekend jumping her heart out at the NSW/ACT Skipping Championships.
Yep, as regular readers of HouseGoesHome know, skipping as a sport is a thing.
Irregular readers: remember Malcolm McLaren’s song “Double Dutch”?
Or am I much older than you? Anyway, that’s what they do at the skipping championships, as well as speed skipping (going as fast as you can for 30 seconds, one minute or three minutes) and individual events.
The youngest has been doing it for three years now and she’s totally buzzed by it all. This was her second time at the state championships with her team of buddies, the Teals.
She started grinning on Saturday morning as we headed to the sports centre and the smile didn’t leave her face the whole weekend.
I had a little panic when she fluffed her double-dutch speed skipping yesterday morning and popped my head into the warm-up area to see how she was coping afterwards … laughing and practicing with her teammates for the next event.
I told another mum that I was OK to volunteer at the skipping T-shirt shop during the speed events (please let this not be sacrilege, but those events are a little mundane) because I didn’t need to be close by, and she’d noted: “Well, just as long as nothing goes wrong with her routine and she needs you to comfort her.”
I stared at her for a looooong moment and thought to myself that if my daughter needs comforting after she fluffs her speed skipping then we might have to reconsider it as a sport.
My theory is that you’re there to have fun, not to get so worked up that it leaves you in floods of tears.
Mistakes happen. They happen A LOT in skipping. It’s so easy to trip up with your rope. Timing has to be very precise. There are no second chances. If you fluff a “trick” you just have to move on to the next one.
It’s just as hard to turn the rope expertly as it is to do fancy tricks in it, I reckon.
The Teals made a few mistakes in their freestyle routine and a few in their double dutch routine but they still managed to score themselves a couple of bronze medals.
We went to the competition not expecting any medals because two of the team moved into a new age group this year. Rather than break the team up, the girls decided they’d all move to the 11-12 year old category. That meant the youngest was potentially competing against kids two years older and more experienced than her.
It’s a small age group at the State Championships, but still, there’s nothing quite like the sound of a few medals clinking on your chest.
Well, I imagine there’s not. I don’t have any personal experience to draw on.
As I noted on Instagram recently, I think the stork brought my youngest because neither of her parents have a single sporty bone in their bodies.
I got teary watching the Teal’s double dutch routine. It was tricky and they did so well. Lots of cartwheels and push ups and flips in the ropes.
Actually, I got teary watching everyone’s double dutch routines. So much effort had gone into them all.
Some of the routines were mind-blowingly, stamp-the-floor and cheer-the-place-down good. My parents came along yesterday to watch and I think they were a little underwhelmed by the morning events, but the double dutch section had us all the edge of our seats.
Team Teal’s coach Rupina was totally awesome. Her two routines stole the show. I reckon both must have scored her gold medals.
I need to check because I wasn’t there for the final ceremony, I left that to my ex so I could drop my parents back to their car for the long haul back to Newcastle, pop into a friend’s Verducci party and get a new modem for my computer so we’d finally have wi-fi again.
Lucky Team Teal to have such a talented coach!
My photos don’t really capture the excitement of it all. I will try better next month at the Nationals.