Image in my head: Nonchalantly standing in Hunter boots, wearing Joules style
Reality: Schlepped across muddy field in torrential rain, my decade-old, sensible Clark's leather boots finally giving in to years of duress so that my socks are beginning to feel a dampness they shouldn't. Sporting my similarly old, all-purpose jacket zipped to the throat, and wearing a pair of well worn gloves, lingering in the pockets from the last football season; I trudged across the the pitch, ready to do my duty as a supportive parent. In a desperate moment realising I'd left my good one at home, I had armed myself with the only umbrella left in the car; a miniature, Disney Princess one. I decided against purchasing some brown liquid purporting to have something to do with coffee from Baz's Cafe Shack and arrived pitch side only to be told that the match was cancelled due to the pitch being waterlogged. (I could have told them that from the comfort of my own home, thirty minutes before we set out for the match.) A sense of relief prevailed for both myself and my eleven year old, who is more of a fair weather player. We set off back across the muddy field, now knee deep in mud, clambered into the car, grinned at each other and set off in search of hot food and drinks.
Lesson learnt: Life is not a rosy commercial. For the most part real life is messy, changeable, unpredictable and we are often to be found knee deep in the brown stuff. The best thing we can do is throw out our image of how life should be and just get on with how life actually is. Let's laugh as much as possible at ourselves as well as our circumstances. It's good for the soul.