When Noah and Hugo were born I was sooo happy. I shed a little tear in the labour ward for both of them as I was already thinking.......I really don’t want my sons to play football. I said this to Frankie a few minutes after they were born.
All the doctors and nurses thought this was hilarious - but I was serious.
I hated Frankie playing Rugby; I used to be so scared every time he played. I would go shopping and send my sisters to watch him each week. Up until a few years ago I didn’t even know what position he played!!
Well..... I was dreaming as both my boys now 10 and 13 have been playing Rugby and Rugby League since they were 5 and love it – it has become their life.
For the whole of winter it’s all we do. Friday night is club rugby, Saturday school rugby and Sunday is rugby league. We then have to slot in rep games and training.
Frankie is obsessed with rugby and sport in general. He gets very annoyed with me, as he thinks I don’t get involved enough and spend more time socialising with the mums than watching – this is very true. I would rather go and catch up with the girls then watch the game.
This is the first year Sienna has started playing netball, she is so different to the boys. I make the boys go and watch her as much as they can because she has spent the past 8 years of her life on the side of a football field.
She is not that competitive and spends most of the game making new friends, dancing, kart wheeling and singing!! I love it. She makes me laugh so much. Frankie cannot cope he tells her she has to “focus” on the game.
Noah was selected for the Junior Roosters U13s development squad. The other week he had to play the Dragons, which was my dads favourite team. Noah had a great game, kicked a goal and got man of the match. This was a huge achievement and we were all so proud of him!! But of course I missed most of it because I was chatting. I think I do this because whenever either Noah or Hugo take the field my heart is pounding with nerves because I am so worried one of them is going to get hurt – I like to distract myself.
I was so proud of Noah and congratulated him after the game. I gave him a big kiss and cuddle when he came off the field – which of course embarrassed him.
Once when Hugo was hurt I jumped the barricade in my pink velour tracksuit and ran to him on the field. The officials were not impressed. I didn’t care I was so worried about my little man and wanted to make sure he was ok. I still can’t believe I was able to jump that high!!!
After Noah's Roosters game Frankie just shook his head at me and said “will you ever change”. I laughed at him and said “NO, I cheer a little when I draw breath and clap when I can”.
I am just a normal mother who will always worry about her babies that’s my job!