This week being happy didn’t have to be forced or intentional (okay at points it did, but mostly it didn’t).
Because this week, after many weeks of trying and pushing and working and participating, #1 did something amazing…
HE WON HIS HEAT AT THE END OF SEASON DIVISIONAL SWIM MEET!!!
He didn’t win the race (he came in 10th actually).
But, he won his heat, which means that out of the 6 kids in the pool at that exact moment he came in first!
Something that, prior to that moment, he never believed was even possible.
He never even dreamed of it.
The kid who had, week in and week out, been the last (or second to last) kid to touch the wall, touched FIRST!
And, by a long shot too!
I was literally running alongside the pool screaming his name.
The coaches were with me. And the fans. And his teammates.
Because everyone at that pool knows how much he deserved to be first.
Please just once.
Which is why, my second most proudest mama moment of the summer came just a few days later when my little swimmer was given the team Workout Warrior Award at the end of season party!
Because, despite the fact that Dude #1 is the owner of the most thanks-for-playing-but-you-didn’t-win participation ribbons, he was ALWAYS the last kid out of the pool on training days.
When the pool dropped a few degrees in temperature, and chilly morning breezes had some kids in tears making practice optional, he ALWAYS opted in.
And even on Fun Friday when they let them outta the pool early to jump off the diving board and eat doughnuts, he ALWAYS stayed longest (even when I was rolling my eyes and trying to will him out so that his baby brother could go home and drop a deuce on our toilet so that I didn’t have to TP the nasty pool potty. Again.).
When I told him he’d have to miss a day for a dentist appointment, or a doctor appointment, or because seriously, Mommy just can’t do it today, he ALWAYS complained and worried that he’d not be able to swim his best in the meet.
Because he’s just that kind of Dude.
So, when he touched that wall last Saturday, and ripped his goggles off his face to glance down the lanes to see just how many people had touched before him, only to look behind him in confusion to see boys still gliding into the wall, my heart exploded out of my chest.
And so did his I think.
His face. You should have seen his face (sorry, no photos I was too busy screaming and running and jumping higher than I’ve jumped in at least 16 years)
I didn’t cry.
But, I wanted to.
And, I didn’t puke.
But, I wanted to do that too (because that’s what I do when excitement and joy reaches my belly, puke and cry and sweat).
Because my baby, hardest worker at that pool, finally felt like the winner I’ve always known he was (okay, maybe not really at swimming exactly, but in life, for sure).
And, the fact that he only came in 10th place meant nothing, because this is what was important…
Way to finish out the season with a bang!
Plus, that moment was enough to make the fact that he gave #2 a painful black eye on Sunday a little !!! too (only because #2 said he looked like a “tough guy” with his new black eye).*
*Don’t worry he didn’t punch him in the face or anything, he accidentally hit him with the door knob. But, he still got into a little bit of trouble over it because if I’ve told them once, I’ve told them a thousand times: don’t slam the doors in people’s face, someone could get hurt!