Finishing my Iron Girl Triathlon seems like a distant memory. I swam, I biked, and I ran…. I smiled, I pushed, and in the end….I giggled.
Because my dear, sweet, amazing daughter Principessa crossed the finish line with me.
As we joined hands, there were oohs and aahs as my sparkle skirt shimmered in the bright sun. And there were tears. Not tears of joy by a daughter overcome with pride for her mom’s effort, but tantrummy cries because she did not want to run with me through the finish line as we had planned.
Except that the people lining the finish line, the ones watching, the ones cheering….they did not know. They thought that this was the act of a child truly overflowing with emotion.
Nope. Not so much. My daughter gave me the gift of a giggle. Because every time I look at my finish line pictures now, I get to see her crying face.
Had I known that she looked like this…(taken BEFORE the start of the event)
….then maybe I would have known that all was not going to end well.