I’ve been trying to write this post since Mother’s Day almost 2 weeks ago. I kept abandoning it because it felt too braggy – but I’ve decided my thoughts just need expressing!
On Mother’s Day I ran in the Sporting Life 10k Run in Toronto – no big whoop, I’ve done it several times before. What made it very different this time were my two sons running in the race with me. My husband was on his bike on the race course to cheer us to the finish line – taking a much needed rest day from his Ironman training.
Don’t get me wrong – we didn’t actually run TOGETHER, in fact Son #1 had crossed the finish line before my wave had even started. What made this race significant was that it was the first time Sons and I were all racing and Husband was spectating – it’s always been the other way around.
What made this race significant is the evidence of learned behaviour. I remember Son #1 as a seven-year-old explaining his poor mark in physical education by saying ‘Mommy, I don’t like to sweat’. Over the years, he’s been out watching our races and cheering us on. I’m convinced that the desire to race is contagious, because now he is a very active young man. He’s training for his first half marathon this fall, the 600km Toronto to Montreal Bike Rally in July, and a triathlon in August.
What made this race significant is Son #2 who was running again for the first time since a snowboarding accident 3 years ago when he broke his hip, and then subsequently broke his heel when he fell on crutches. Before the accident, he had already run his first half marathon, but it was doubtful afterwards he would be able to run again …. but he has made a comeback. Our quiet, soft-spoken son – who is often overwhelmed in our loud, Type A family – is mentally one of the toughest people I’ve ever met. In spite of his solitary tendencies, he has inspired a few friends who have turned to him for training guidance. They are now training as a team for a Tough Mudder race in August – a 10 mile obstacle course.
I look at my family with deep pride. We like each other. We enjoy each other’s company. As parents we often suffer a lot of angst worrying about whether we are doing the right things. Our kids don’t come with owner manuals. We make mistakes. Sometimes we don’t even know we are making mistakes – we can only hope that in the jumble of trying to survive the day-to-day grind, our kids pick up all the positive stuff and forgive us for the mis-steps.
I’m feeling all braggy because every once in a while I look at my sons – like I did on Mother’s Day – and realize that I did ok.