Do you ever look at your DCs and wonder 'where the hell did that come from?'

[OrmIrian]

Because I do. We took DS#1 and 4 friends for a snow-boarding lesson on Sunday for his b'day party. I watched as my 11 yr old took to the board like a swan! (ok a duck perhaps). He was brilliant. And I actually had tears in my eyes because I am a total numpty when it comes to physical stuff - I run but that doesn't involve a great deal of skill. As a child I could do nothing sporty. I was very academic but a sports field was a place of torture.

My DD is the same as DS#1. She is always in the school athletics team and always wins. She's a good rider and plays everything well and with enthusiasm.

I have 2 graceful, physically adept, strong, courageous, amazing DCs. And one dumpy little dumpling who can't pedal his bike yet and screams if you try to get him to swim in the pool

It just feels so strange to think that they are mine.

Just me then....

No! Me too. I could barely catch a ball but have children in netball and football teams. How did THAT happen? Thank goodness I married a man with some hand-eye coordination.

No, I am in my 40s (but still think of myself as a wisp of a girl ) and I look at mine and think, wow, they got to 5 and 7, despite me!

I think the metaphor I need is that I feel like a chicken that hatched skylarks. Apart from DS#2 of course who is more like a small rhinoceros.

DS seems to have no fear of heights, and loves climbing and throwing himself off things, which is unlike me.
Actually, I may have been like that...as i'm quite averse to it now...must've fallen a few times.
He's also mild-tempered, charming company, with a good attention span........

Not just you OrmIrian!! (Your brood sounds wonderful btw.)

I'm an uncoordinated, reclusive, couch potato.

Dd is a sporty, all-singing, all-dancing socialite.

I'm proud and bemused in equal measure.

Yes definitely bemused . I have through painful effort, stopped myself being terrified though. When they hurl themselves into the latest sport or activity without a thought for the potential for broken limbs. I just need to retrain my mum too- they've given her many more grey hairs over the years.

Oh dear Orm - have that all to come (quakes in anticipation).

Ho hum - yet another instance where parenthood challenges and confronts!