*J* has come to the end of his season as a county cricketer. The whole team have improved hugely and the level of cricket played is just a pleasure to watch.
The Holbrook Festival was the culmination of all that blood, sweat and tears; 4 nights and 4 days of cricket with an emphasis on fun and fairness (ie. giving the batters a fair chance to bat and giving the bowlers an even crack at the batters!)
As parents we've grown fond of all the boys and even from a distance when they are all wearing the same clothes and the same green caps it isn't hard to work out who is who, with their mannerisms and characteristics.
One of the things we hadn't expected was to have sleepless nights worrying about the question, 'just when do you step in and fight your kid's battles for them?'
A week on and we can safely say that *J* has learned that when it comes to friends, having all your eggs in one basket can sometimes lead to disappointments, and when one door slams in your face (literally) another, sometimes better one always opens. It was a difficult one for him to deal with.
We found ourselves having a conversation with him about forgiving and forgetting. Forgiving is necessary in order to move on, but not forgetting is essential in order to avoid making the same mistake twice. That's our take on it anyway; for a boy who has found himself a head higher than kids his own age since the age of 3 and often gets a bum deal because he's so laid back and easy going.
Still, I wouldn't have him any other way; we're kindred spirits J and I.