Supposedly a scene setter so here goes. Today I had breakfast, way too early for my Saturday’s normally…, at 7.30 am but I showed up. It was with a stunningly dear friend who is 25 weeks pregnant with her first amazing human, and she had to leave for a numbers reason so I decided to do a huge walk as I had no other plans. As ones without child and partner do at this time of day.
I was walking, listening to my no commit single music powering around the Five Dock Basin and I came across all these children, dressed in the same sports clothing doing athletics.
So the first thing that struck me was “it's 9.00am and they are here, doing long jump, running 400 hundred metre runs and all this other stuff how the hell would you, as a parent, have a Friday night social life”.
And then I came across the young boys sprint; they were lining up and ready to go. The gun, it fired and they ran. I stopped and watched. There was two strong determined leaders and they deserved to win both of them.
But there was this little blond boy, someone’s boy, wanting to win but he was last and he was running… and I cried, not because he was losing but because he was someone’s stunning little man who was trying!!
And I cried because I wanted to stop and cuddle him and say “you delivered, you tried harder than anyone and in my eyes; you are champion”
What I would have said to him as his Mum I can’t know because I have not had that luxury but I don't know how you all cope when all I was doing was walking and saw this race and this little champion made me cry (and I am crying now as I write this) by his efforts
Just try… you don’t know who is watching xx