Chatting to a mum at the school gate. She says her daughter wants to try a new sport this year. I said that my dd is really enjoying hockey.
"OH!" says this mum, "We tried that last year and did not have a very good experience."
I asked what went wrong.
"Well," she says, "We didn't have a proper coach, just a couple of high schoolers who weren't very organised or good at contacting the parents. They didn't always make it to the games so one of the parents would have to step in. I just felt the whole thing was a waste of time."
So. Those high schoolers are a couple of absolutely lovely lads who get a bus to the primary school before school once a week to coach the kids and then come to the games at the weekend to coach (except when they can't because of Covid). They don't get paid. This isn't even their old primary school. And the reason they're not completely brilliant at communication and being organised is because they're fifteen! I am so impressed by them, and my daughter thinks they're brilliant.
I was taken aback at the time and mumbled that I think they're great. But the more I think about it the more outraged I am that she could be so sniffy. Coaching is such an awesome way to give back to a sport you love, and goodness teens are busy enough these days. I cannot believe that anyone would be anything but grateful and encouraging.
Anyway. I know this is a stupid little non-issue, but I'm grumpy about it so I'm posting it here instead of moaning to anyone who might know her.