On Friday 4yo DS ran in his first race at sports carnival day at school (he started kindy this year). He tried so very hard and ran the whole way (to DH and I waiting at the end) with a big smile on his face. He came last!! But he was just so proud of himself. He has no idea what it means to be a 'loser'. He just said to us "I ran SO fast!!".
I was doing that slightly hysterical crying/laughing thing because it was so damn cute, and at the same time so terribly sad because he won't have that pure innocence much longer. He got a ribbon that said "I ran in a race" and he was just absolutely stoked!! I spent the rest of the day just wishing he could have that same outlook for everything, forever!
Do you have a moment to share where the terrible fear of your babies growing up just hit you like a sledgehammer?!