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