This was a mother I watched with awe.
From her tightly laced runners to her lycra leggings she was ready.
In form.
Psyched.
She had a list of times that last year’s competitors had run.
A chart with training sessions marked in green and study periods allocated in pink.
An iPad to video the races on and stop watch of her own to counter check the times.
Next to her feet was a kit packed with tape, sports drinks, cool down towels and jelly snakes.
No, this wasn’t the pre-trials for the Olympics.
It was the first time I met our resident pushy mum from my son’s school - and the athlete in question just six years old.
My feelings were confused.
I veered from outrage: What is she doing to her son? He’s a kid. She needs to back-off
To envy: Wow she certainly is devoted.
I mean the kid certainly could run and his mum clearly had committed to the cause, while I was struggling to cheer on the egg-and-spoon race.
It made me wonder. Why are we so hung up on pushy parents after all?
Are they really so bad?
From extra sports coaching to kumon maths. From Saturday afternoon art classes to professional level dance, the opportunity to push your kids is certainly out there.