Our first family Scotia Bank Charity Challenge run was perfect! Like so many of our adventures, it began with unbridled enthusiasm and ended with an unfortunate tossing of cookies. (The figurative kind - I'll try to keep the barf description to a minimum).
Noah was all smiles at the start of the race. We had planned (or rather quietly hoped) that we could complete the 5km walk together: the three of us plus my amazing sister Georgia who came all the way from Nanaimo to run for adoption.
Noah, of course, would have none of it.
"It's a RACE! And I'm gonna WIN!"
And off he went, like a prize winning thoroughbred just sprung through the gates.
Kevin took the backpack, Georgia avoided eye contact, which left me to run after him through the crowd of several thousand runners.
Unfortunately, the concept of running in a straight line is pretty foreign to Noah. He hopped, sprinted, stopped without warning, and crawled (yes CRAWLED) around the course, picking up burst balloons and bird feathers to power him forward. I'll admit I broke a sweat keeping up as he squeaked past/nearly tripped everyone in his wake.
Good thing he had a lime green shirt on: "Excuse me! LEFFFFT! Runner coming through!" (Such a well mannered boy.)
Although the course was mapped as a 5km run, I'm certain if you added up all the circles, detours, and wrong turns we took, Noah could have finished in half the time. Which meant my 5 year old, who completed his run at just over 43 minutes, could very well be a runner in the making. (Proud momma moment? You betcha.)
Towards the end, fatigue set in, as did the Gatorade and water he gulped back at each of the three water stations. "I can't do it! Carry me!" he complained.
So I did... (for about six seconds.)
Thanks to the fans, he made it across the finish line. "GO NOAH! Go Noah!" They chanted.
"Mommy, how do they all know me?" He recalled later. "I must be famous! I'm amazing!"
And so you are, son. You earned your donations and did us proud. On the drive home, when we had to pulled over for you to 'decorate' the steps at the Jazz festival, I was still beaming.
Congrats on the first of many runs, son. Rest up!
PS: If you are inclined, we are gratefully accepting post-run donations in Noah's name. All donations are tax deductible and support the work done here at Adoptive Families Association of BC in support of adoption. www.tinyurl.com/sponsorNoah2013 Many thanks!
Today was supposed to be easy: Take son to school, do some work from home, head to yoga, bake a birthday cake for my husband, celebrate his birthday, call his sister because it's her birthday, too, take our son to Beavers and call it a day.
Instead, today has also become a sobering reminder of how lucky I am to have days like today.
I got word from a dear friend that her mother has lost her battle with cancer. She hung on longer than doctors expected. She had just welcomed her 9th grandchild two weeks before. But she will sadly miss her youngest daughter's wedding this summer.
I grew up with this friend. We met in high school. Our boyfriends were best friends. We grew up, went to university, and as fate would have it, ended up marrying the same guys we dated back in high school.
I gave a speech at her wedding and cried when she moved to Ireland. I cried more tears when she welcomed a son, and another, and finally a daughter.
Today I cry knowing she has lost her mother. So today, I do what little I can for my friend who is planning to fly home to be with her family. I cannot do much other than share a shoulder when she needs it and let her know that I am here.
Today I am just a friend who is hoping and waiting to help in whatever way she wants me to. Today I am reminded that grief is difficult for all of us, but unimaginably so when it involves your own mother. Much love to you, dear friend.
This week I brought Noah along to complete my civic duty. He wanted to know all about voting (in particular whom I'd be voting for so he could broadcast their name to the entire polling station).
He was also curious about why we were voting in the first place.
"Why are you voting, Mama?"
"Every few years we need to choose a leader."
"What's a leader?"
"A leader is someone who makes important decisions for other people. So we might get a new leader, and we might keep the same lady."
"But I don't want a new Mommy!"
How sweet. At least he awknowledged my authority. I was almost proud.
As I'd told him before, "You're stuck with me, Noah! We're not voting for a new Mommy or Daddy."
Sorry kiddo. There are no recounts, no terms, and no re-election campaigns. I'm stuck with you and you're stuck with me. And politics aside, that was the perfect ending to election day.
Every Mother's Day, I'm extra thankful for the many incredible mothers in my life. There are the usual suspects... my Mom, whom I call every day and who (for better or worse!) is largely responsible for how this daughter of hers turned out. Then there are my grandmothers - one, called to heaven too early but who is still a big influence in my life, the other a usually gentle but occasionally spunky 94 year old. I think of my sisters in law, my mother in law... these mothers who raised or are raising some of the people I hold dearest in my life.
And then, ever year since his birth and adoption, and every day in between, there is Noah's birth mother. Although our adoption is closed, we remain connected to her.
This Mother's Day is no different, and we send up warm wishes and love and prayers that things are going well in her life and that she isn't worried or wondering too much about the son she placed years ago. He is loved. He is safe.
This Mother's Day, new thoughts are swirling for a woman I know and love who is making an incredible plan for her baby.
Happy first Mother's Day, Momma to be. Whatever course your plan takes, I am here with you in celebration and love.
