Today is saturated with thoughts of #2, who will be running in his first ever Cross Country meet today. I won't be able to be there, which has provoked more than a couple of tears. And so my #2, whom I am so proud of it makes my throat ache, run. Run baby... with wings on your heels. I'm with you in spirit.
For those of you that don't know.. a couple of weeks ago, #2 came home late from school and told me he was running with the Cross Country team at school. It surprised me, because this is the original "artistic, but in no way athletic" child. He loves to draw and play guitar. So, I had no problem with him running, but I was surprised. But this next part... he looked at me and said, "Mom, when I run, it doesn't matter how I learn, it doesn't matter how I talk. When I run, I'm like everyone else. I LOVE to run"
That same week I had his IEP meeting, during which I told his resource teacher that I didn't care which mountains had to be moved, I didn't care who I had to talk to, I didn't care what we had to do, the boy was going to be on the Cross Country team if it took me til my last dying breath. It took just shy of a week to get it all done. But he's on the team, and he is a completely different kid. This has been miraculous for his self esteem.
So, I will play the part of proud Momma all day today, and would LOVE it if y'all would keep my guy in your thoughts. He's a little nervous, but I know he'll be just fine. Winning a ribbon or a trophy doesn't matter to me.. seeing the look of pure happiness on his face when he talks about being part of a team and running like everyone else is the ultimate prize for me.
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