4Runners

May 18th, 2016

Last night was one of those teary eyed, proud mama moments as my boys crossed the finish line in their first competitive race. There was community event last night for a 1 mile cross country course (in the rain, which they didn’t mind a bit). We didn’t know what to expect as far as participation or how our boys would compete, but all four ended up placing in the Top 10.

I’m a pretty enthusiastic sideline mama when it comes to sports. I’m competitive by nature and I’m not able to hold it back in the moment. I’d like to think I don’t push it to the super annoying level, but it’s probably borderline. Last night was no exception, as I was yelling, cheering, and bursting with joy with their accomplishments.

I couldn’t help but think as they approached the finish line that these are “my preemies”. God has been so kind to give them abilities, drive, and strength!

It’s something I don’t want to get over, overlook, or loose the awe of the gratitude I have for their lives. I’m part of a mom’s support group of quadruplet moms from all over the world, and reminded weekly that we’re not “typical” by any stretch. There are prayers for mamas delivering too early for survival, preemies fighting for life, and kids with life-long struggles (and parents who battle with an enormous amount of courage).

I’m thankful for the encouragement these dudes are to persevere and finish hard things.

More than the race, the place, or the finish, I’m so thankful to be able to be on the sideline with them through the milestones and the mundane. Even if I yell too loudly or pretend jump with a pregnant belly.