On Sunday my three boys (and the rest of my family!) and I spent the day at the Race for the Cure in honor of my sister--Jessica Leigh Walsh--and in memory of my grandmother--Helena Chrstine Steinbower. I was so proud of my boys. Sure, it's not hard to get a 10, 8 and 4 year old excited about running around, getting some swag and hanging out with their cousins and friends. What is amazing is that they really do get why we're there. They tell their friends. They honor their aunt by sharing her story and telling their friends why they ran. And they ran. They ran the kid's sprint. They ran the kid's mile. And then they ran the 5K. Aiden of course skipped the 1 mile and walked the 5K (with a few helpful piggy back rides!) but for a 4 year old-I was impressed.
There are many occasions on which I am proud of my children and my family and this is just one of them. When we were kids our family motto was "we stick together". I'm proud to say that after thirty-some years we still do. Jackson said to me during the race ... "We don't quit in our family do we, momma?" I am proud of that. I am proud of them.
