He went on to compete at the regional level in Staunton, VA at the beginning of October. My mom and dad were in town to cheer him on and, most importantly, help us even get down there on time. Wink, wink...
My chance at the Mother-of-the-Year award got tossed right out the window as my Dad, Tom, Dylan and Daniel zipped down I-81... I had goofed up the competiton time, the required documentation, and the appropriate shoes. Oh, Lordy, was I a disaster that day. But we all made it, and that's the important thing, right?
Anywho, he actually managed to compete (in borrowed shoes from a Good Samaritan, and on my honor that I wasn't lying about his age, for Pete's sake) and he even got second place, despite my goof-ups! He was sent a "silver" medal in the mail to congratulate him and commemorate that fateful day. And you know what? He couldn't have been more proud, and neither could I. He took the medal to school the next day and showed his teacher and all his friends!



No comments:
Post a Comment