Today didn’t start fantastically well with D overwrought and refusing to say goodbye or wave (something she always does) at the top of the stairs as she headed to class.
She was over anxious because she was going to a Boccia tournament with school. It was being held offsite and competing against five other schools – quite a lot for her to get worried about.
I didn’t know what Boccia was until D went along for her first game a couple of years ago, it’s this:
“Boccia is a disability sport that tests muscle control and accuracy. Players propel balls to land close to a target ball. Two sides compete as individuals, pairs or as a team of three over a set number of ends. Each side has six balls (red or blue) each end to try and score points. Points are accumulated over the course of a match to find a winner.
Sounds simple? It is to get started, but the tactics of the sport offer both tension and excitement as the game plays put.
A ball can be rolled, thrown or kicked. If a player is unable to throw or kick the ball, they can use a ramp. If players are unable to release the ball with their hands, they can use assistive devices – head/hand pointer.”
Sounds good, doesn’t it? In the tournament I was able to go to a while back (generally parents aren’t invited but this was in a leisure centre near school), it did seem a nicely gentle game, apart from the competitive element and the fact that D would be sitting with strangers as the pairs waited to have their go.
And have a go she did. In fact our girl practically sailed down the stairs this afternoon, beaming away and wearing this:
She does struggle with the competitive element and so it was fab to see that the team had been rewarded for what must have been a challenge for them all.
A great contrast to a not fantastic start today and, additionally, T seems to be turning a corner with this vicious bug that’s had him in its grasp for a few days. Hurrah!