Bragging Rights
I am so very, very, very endlessly proud of my daughters. Okay, so I'm always proud of them. But yesterday morning makes me even more proud, and I'll tell you why.
Yesterday was AIDS Walk Houston. When I was first making plans to walk as part of the GCSW team, I let the older girls know that I would probably ask their grandmother to watch them for the morning, and take Little Bit with me in the wagon. I was pretty surprised when they piped up, "We want to go!" I told them it was a long walk. They still wanted to go. I told them it was just over three miles. The Clone reasoned that three miles was only 12 laps around the track at school, and after verifying that we were walking, not jogging or running, (has she seen her mother's thighs lately?), and that it was not a race of any kind, she affirmed that she could in fact manage the walk. Not to be outdone, Red declared her intention to come along as well.
It was a beautiful day. It was a beautiful event. Somewhere early on, we realized that we couldn't keep up with the rest of the team, so we relaxed a little... made it the AIDS Stroll, or the AIDS Amble, or perhaps even the AIDS Mosey. Little Bit had a tiny meltdown toward the end, when she decided she was tired of the wagon but didn't want to walk either - she wanted to be carried. I refused, and refused to let The Clone, a.k.a. Little Mama, step in. But eventually the Walk was over, with very little complaining of heat or sore legs from the big girls. Now, this morning, they're probably aching almost as bad as their mother is... but still... my daughters, at ages 10, 9, and 4, just completed their very first charity walk. How much you wanna bet it won't be their last?
Yesterday was AIDS Walk Houston. When I was first making plans to walk as part of the GCSW team, I let the older girls know that I would probably ask their grandmother to watch them for the morning, and take Little Bit with me in the wagon. I was pretty surprised when they piped up, "We want to go!" I told them it was a long walk. They still wanted to go. I told them it was just over three miles. The Clone reasoned that three miles was only 12 laps around the track at school, and after verifying that we were walking, not jogging or running, (has she seen her mother's thighs lately?), and that it was not a race of any kind, she affirmed that she could in fact manage the walk. Not to be outdone, Red declared her intention to come along as well.
It was a beautiful day. It was a beautiful event. Somewhere early on, we realized that we couldn't keep up with the rest of the team, so we relaxed a little... made it the AIDS Stroll, or the AIDS Amble, or perhaps even the AIDS Mosey. Little Bit had a tiny meltdown toward the end, when she decided she was tired of the wagon but didn't want to walk either - she wanted to be carried. I refused, and refused to let The Clone, a.k.a. Little Mama, step in. But eventually the Walk was over, with very little complaining of heat or sore legs from the big girls. Now, this morning, they're probably aching almost as bad as their mother is... but still... my daughters, at ages 10, 9, and 4, just completed their very first charity walk. How much you wanna bet it won't be their last?
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