Esther McCarthy: I make no apologies — here are the four types of mums you see in sport centres

Next time you’re on the sidelines, you might just recognise one of these creatures in the wild

Esther McCarthy: She wears the tennis gear everywhere. You're shopping in Aldi at 8pm in a skort, Susan, calm down. Picture: Emily Quinn

The thing about writing this column is coming up with material every week, and I’m pushing my luck with the family; there’s only so much oversharing they can bear. Even the dog slinks away with a suspicious look in his once-trusting eyes. I did write about his poops for a covid diary that one time, but come on, dude, bygones.

My belly, bum, and breasts have also featured heavily (pun intended) recently, so in the interest of ostracising myself from my peers too, here are my archetypes of mums you might recognise around your villages, towns, and sports centres. And while I am sure there are stressed yoga mamas, tennis mums who talk about it the normal amount, and GAA matriarchs who don’t put hexes on visiting teams, I make no apologies for my outrageous stereotyping.