Happy Mother’s Day.
The first words I told my mom this morning. I gave her this amazing bouquet of flowers from the Farmer’s Market downtown.
I got to relive the most amazing Mother’s Day gift I got. The joy of having my daughter run me across the line.
I had trained and trained for a race. It was a 10 km race. With hills and other stuff designed to make you sweat and work for the moment when you crossed the finish line.
And two weeks before the race I started to get a bit ouchie on the right ankle. I checked with my favourite person in the whole wide world (well when it comes to keeping me healthy to run!) and Donnie told me that I would be able to run the race. I just might have to cut back on my running for a bit afterwards.
I could live with that. So off I went to the race. My parents were going to be there too. And my daughter, who moved out to her dad’s house for a full time job said she was going to try and come in to watch me race.
I hit a wall on the way back to the finish line and had to talk myself through it. “Donnie said I could do this” was my mantra all the way back.
I hit the city block before the finish line and focused on that little finish line dot.
From my right came this person wearing a brown jacket and the funkiest coloured hat. I bought that hat, so I knew it was pretty funky!
My daughter fell into step beside me. Talking me through to the end of the race and the finish line. Encouraging me. Telling me how proud she was of me!
My proudest moment. Crossing the line with my daughter. It’s a moment that I treasure always.
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