I walked out my front door to see my son and the entire track team on the street running past the house. It gave my heart such joy. I made the mistake of getting too excited about skiing and I made many mistakes that prevented him from feeling like he could ever be better than me. His father made the same mistake with Basketball. But running--I'm a girl and his Dad never runs. So even by default, he wins. It's something he can excel at all by himself, like it was his idea. I'm so pleased he will have something he enjoys doing that will get him through the traumas of being alive. I am so grateful.
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