Life lessons from a child

It's interesting when we're taught life lessons by little ones who see the world in a completely different perspective than we do. 

Today, I want to share one of my favorite stories with you. This happened last year on October 7, 2017. I hope you enjoy the read as much as I enjoy re-living that moment.


Today, I was humbled. I was humbled by my 6 year old.

I had an opportunity to run my first 5k 16 weeks after breaking my foot. It was my “return to action” race.

It was a small race and looking at the registration the evening before, I knew that I could place, if not win, my age group. Awesome, right? A first place medal to bring  me back into my running mode.

This morning, I woke up in the morning wondering if Cadie wanted to run with me. I knew she could do it, but it was definitely going to slow me down. There was no way I would place in my age group running with her. So I had to make a decision – did I offer up the run to her or did I just go my way and do my thing?

So I asked her. Did she want to do the 1 mile walk or run the 5k with me. She chose the 5k. A part of my heart sank a bit, and I’m not proud to admit that.

When we started to run, I was on autopilot. I just ran next to her while she did her race and all I could think of was the runners that were ahead of us.

About a mile into the race, she said to me, “my legs are tired.” We were coming up on the finish for the 1 mile walkers and I asked her if she wanted me to leave her off there and I would meet up with her when I was done.

She looked at me and said, “No Mommy, I want to finish this race. I started it and I am going to finish it.”

My heart – my God, my heart just about exploded with pride. From that point on, it was about her and this race for her. It was about me coaching her and guiding her through this huge challenge that she took on and was determined to face.

This race was easy for me. For her, this 6 year old, 3 miles is a daunting distance.

This kiddo, she did it. She ran some and walked some and little by little she made it to the finish line. And when we reached the finish, she took off, sprinting across it. I have always told her that you never walk across a finish line. (That’s something I learned from my dad).

She finished the race in 39:46. Under 40 minutes. She averaged about a 12 1/2 minute mile.

When she finished I just dropped to my knees to hug her, I was so proud at that moment.

Even prouder still came the time when the medals were handed out and we found out that in her age group 0-14, she had tied for third place.

My baby girl got the medal that I had so badly wanted and it was the best medal ever given.

She was so proud and I was so proud of her.

Today, I was a mom and a runner and I was taught a lesson by my 6 year old. She taught me a life lesson. This was never about me today, it was always about her.