I ran my first race with my son yesterday. There is a difference between running a race like you want to win it and running like you want to finish it. I ran like I wanted to survive the race!
We ran six laps in unforgiving sun and heat, running up the same killer hills over and over again. My 5 AM runner, ??something year old body is not accustomed to such savage conditions! ...but Lord knows that I had to endure, persevere and most of all finish.
Each time we completed a lap, we received a lei. Shortly after collecting my third lei, I heard the announcement behind me for the winner of the 5K...it was my son! My swift, agile, physically well-conditioned son had won the race! You better believe that Mama was proud!!!
...And what did he do to celebrate his glory? This humble child joined his withering mother and inspired her to finish her race with grace and dignity. He refilled my water bottle and ran the last two laps with me. I was so proud to be next to him...proud of his accomplishment and proud that he had come from me. Yes, folks, here pass the winner and his Mom!
This boy has saved me in ways he may never understand.
:) That's so sweet
ReplyDeleteThis one needs framing ! Congratulations !!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! You make me laugh...and laughing is oh so good :)
DeleteThat is so frigging adorable it hurts! Your pride in your children shines right through, and he clearly adores his mother, much as wel readers adore you :). Keep up the great work! x
ReplyDeleteThank you MMS. I'm touched, and thank you for reading :)
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