Track Meet

Track meet day...

It was hectic, trying to find where Sky had to be while carrying the cooler and keeping an eye on my two littles at the same time.  Dad hadn't come to get Jett yet, so I had the kids.  I freak out in crowds.  I don't like them or the idea that my kids can get lost.  We sat in the shade discussing what to do in case I couldn't find them.  A good friend of mine had an experience once and because she had prepared her children for it, it ended with the perfect outcome.

So... there I was kinda the frantic, prego lady trying to listen to when Sky's events were up.  In the mix of it all... I missed the call for the 50 meter dash.  When I figured it out, I had her go up to her coach and find out what she could do.  She cried.  The coach had her race the 50 meters with the older group of girls which meant, she got last of course.  She cried more.  Not good for the ego.  I asked her coach if there was any way she could run the 100 meter with her age group even though she wasn't registered to do so.  She allowed her to do it.  It was then up to me to convince Sky who was completely depleted to try it.  Dad showed up just then and I explained...  He was able to convince her to try it.  I'm so glad she did!  She pulled it together and ran the race.  And then... took SECOND!  It was smiles from there on out!  And a text to Dad to tell him the news!