yes, a pic of my hatchling running through the cemetery where my parents are buried ....why not?
I just walked my hatchling to school. Today is Track & Field. The one part of school that I truly loved and anticipated every spring. I even stopped smoking (in high school) to train.
It's the one way my daughter takes after me. (NOT the smoking part), but she has the short muscular legs that can carry her fast and far ahead of the other runners. She was walking at 9 months and is a speedy little thing, and always brings home a handful of 1st. place ribbons.
Last night (why do they always wait until the last minute?), I had to bring her to the mall to buy new running shoes. She already has several pairs, but the "skater-style" shoes aren't good for sprinting and long jump, etc.
One of my favourite memories is competing at a high school track meet when I was 16, and my Dad showed up in the midst of a zillion teenagers. I don't even know how he found me. It was a sunny & hot day and I squinted at him from under my baseball cap, a bit panicked that something was wrong at home, because it was not common for my parents to support me in anything I did. My mother was too selfish and disinterested unless I did something "bad". And my dad was just too busy and always trying to keep his head above water, working and supporting and caring for our family.
I said "hi Dad!", with all my friends huddled around me. He said, "I just wanted to stop by and say good luck today." My heart melted. I hugged him and thanked him and didn't care at all that it was SO NOT COOL for your parents to come to our high school.
I was overwhelmed with emotion and watched him walk back to his car. Even my friends didn't dare make fun of it...they knew this little visit meant the world to me. "Awwwwww..." and my tribe of friends all hugged me and wiped away my happy tears.
I kicked ass that day too! Won every event that I participated in and even brought my losing relay team home(I was the anchor girl), with a first place ribbon! That little boost of love increased my adrenaline for the whole day.
And it's because of my dad and that day that I'm always the mom to go to my daughter's Track & Field days. I volunteer every year if I'm not working that day. I bring blankets for them to sit on and bottles of water and granola bars, I take a zillion pictures and cheer them all on!
I swelled with pride this morning when I arrived at the school with my hatchling, and her own little "tribe" came running towards us, excited that again, I will be there today.
I'm still "cool" enough and I cherish every single minute of it!
Off to the bus stop with my camera and my case of water!
peace
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What a beautiful moment to cherish and share, Boho... I can imagine how happy and warm you must have felt that day, and still today! I think this is one of those things that keeps a person in the sane mode, to really see that at least one of your parents cares about you. Your dad printed his mark in your heart then (bet not the firs ttime!). You're a wonderful example to follow. I totally agree with you when I read about you being a mom who's present - and still knows when not to be present! :o)
Loved that photo of your beautiful cemetery. I wish Brazilian ones were like that, then maybe I' visit my dad's an my sister's graves once at least. But everyhting is so depressive and all cement around... No way for me.
Lovely post.
Kisses from us!
This is gorgeous, both the writing and the photo. I even love the title. What a beautiful lesson in this.
Thanks. I have a troubled relationship with my deceased, this post has opened my heart a little more.
xo
Awwwwww! :)
How awesome is that? I wish my parents could have been there more for me when I wanted them. I asked every year for them to help out with field day. But even if they had the day off they didn't come. I guess they felt out of place compared to the other parents who were there.
Have fun!
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enjoy and hope to see you around!
joyce
Thank you for sharing this beautiful story. A parent's support means more than we even realize. Your hatchling is truly blessed to have you as her mother.
Thank you again.
I love that story, Boho! It's amazing how a single heartfelt event can shape the way we do things in the future. I always try to get to Kendall's games. She may act like she doesn't care, but she always remembers the times I didn't make it to her games.
G, i'm swelled up with tears myself as i read this. gawd, you're a great mother to not perpetuate the crap from your own childhood and spread the love from your past too. really. it must be easy and hard. your a superhero mom and i want you to know that i'm in your corner cheering you on from toronto!
xo Lil
This is a really good and thoughtful post. It makes me glad I've gone to as many events as humanly possible for my kids.
Oh, what lovely stories & photo!! It is SO SO important for kids to know their efforts are appreciated!
I run over with thoughts! My son-in law stayed the other day for my oldest G Daughter's last soccer game (he was dropping her off, & she could have ridden home with teammates) because it was the last one, & he felt she should have a parent there (he's her stepdad, & an athlete) & it warmed our hearts -
My Grandmas died before I was born, so I've spent lots of time with my grands - & remind myself how lucky I am.
My folks came to choir concerts & plays (I wasn't in sports) & I always felt they were quietly proud of me - it doesn make a difference!
For the coconut oil - Organic Virgin is what to look for - there are several brands. & just keep it in a dark cupboard - it will be solid at room temp You might want to try a smaller size jar at first, just to see what tastes best to you!
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