that’s my girl.

 

Last week Sarah came home with paperwork for a city-wide children’s fun run. It was free, it was open to preschool and up, and you got a t-shirt at the end. Sign us up.

The morning of the race I asked Dawn if Betsy could join us since I knew the race started earlier than they would be able to get off work. So that afternoon Ephraim, Sarah, Betsy and I loaded up for the fun run. We barely made it across town before the preschool boys’ race started. In fact, they shouted “Go!” just as we approached the start line. Awesome.

At my prodding Ephraim took off like a rabbit. The race hadn’t really advertised how far it was and from the looks of the course it was a down and back sort of thing. Quarter mile, tops. I decided to stick with the girls until E came back.

Until I realized he wasn’t coming back. In fact, no one was coming back. The “down and back” that I thought I saw was actually a “down, make a few quarter-mile long stretches and hairpin turns, then end up at the finish line somewhere entirely different from the start line.” This fun run got a whole lot less fun the minute I put that together. Because now instead of waiting at the start for Ephraim to return to us in 5ish minutes, I was racing to catch up with him in a pair of gold sling back sandals, my big purse (filled with, among other things, four bottles of water), and my camera. The girls were left at the start line with firm instructions not to move from that spot and I took off to catch Ephraim who had, by this point, started crying and had attached himself to the nearest running mommy.

Heaven help me.

17ish minutes later Ephraim and I pulled into the finish line. About half of that mile consisted of me carrying Ephraim (and my purse, four water bottles, camera, and gold slingback sandals).

There was much celebrating.

By this point, the girls’ race had started. In the crowd of 500+ people I was desperate to figure out where in the world those girls had gone to. For the first time in my life I found myself praying Sarah hadn’t followed my directions when I said, “don’t move from this spot!” Instead, I hoped she and Betsy were somewhere on the race course. At least then I would know where to look for them.

I backtracked the course with Ephraim (and purse, water bottles, camera and gold slingback sandals) dangling from my hip.

And then, delightfully close to the front of the pack, I saw this…

And this…

Hallelujah. Ephraim and I ambled our way around the track (again!) to follow the girls as they ran.     

I was so proud to see Sarah running the entire way.

The girl was fast.

But when Sarah finished the race I was too busy scanning the crowd for Betsy to notice how she actually did. Betsy was still somewhere on the track and now Sarah was at my side insisting she needed to throw up in the grass. That’s my runner girl! (As my friend Amy Shertzer recently pointed out, Yeah…we’re different.)

Betsy was still nowhere to be found which kicked off the most frantic five minutes of my life. I had truly lost someone else’s child. And not just anyone’s child. My neighbor’s child.

We were gonna have to move.

And then, just like that, she was found. And after mentally taking my house back off the market, I snapped this picture.

We celebrated the reunion of our rag tag group with a little time in the water spray…

And then we strolled over toward the stage to find out where the face painting was going on. And at the exact moment I heard, “And now…for the winners of the preschool and kindergarten girls’ fun run…”

And guess what?

Squeaking her way into the top ten out of what had to be 150+ runners was our own little Pi’bears with a 10:47 mile.

We were all caught off guard. She was stunned, I was thrilled (and woefully unprepared with my camera settings for her brief stage appearance),

and, of course, Ephraim was crying again.

But no matter. In that moment our bike-fearing, notebook-loving, safety-freaking girl was a five-year old athletic superstar.

And this mama couldn’t have been more proud.

 I’ll run a couple miles in gold slingback shoes for that any day of my life.

AmySeptember 23, 2011 - 6:26 pm

I am SO proud! This seriously has me grinning ear to ear! And that stride, she’s made to be a runner!

GramaSeptember 23, 2011 - 7:54 pm

So proud of Sarah, and her camera, water bottle and Ephraim-toting mama!!

j.j.September 23, 2011 - 8:19 pm

That was a GREAT story! What an awesome one for the memory books, or, blogs:)

Erin Oveis BrantSeptember 23, 2011 - 8:28 pm

I laughed, I cried! Classic PigBear post 🙂 I’m so happy I’m not the only one these types of things happen to 😉

MichelleSeptember 24, 2011 - 1:10 am

I am so impressed that you documented this whole thing! I would have been way to overwhelmed to have pulled out my camera!

From chaos comes normality – and fun! Congrats to Sarah!

JennySeptember 24, 2011 - 7:11 am

Congrats to Sarah! And what a great story to go along with that top 10 finish!

MeganSeptember 24, 2011 - 7:27 am

I love seeing the kids be so proud of themselves like she is with that ribbon in her hand! Good Job!

JenniferSeptember 24, 2011 - 7:47 am

What a great post, Erin, Red ribbon, gold sling-backs, and all. You had me rolling at these lines: “We were gonna have to move.

And then, just like that, she was found. And after mentally taking my house back off the market …”

DebZornSeptember 24, 2011 - 10:05 am

This was a priceless story! Of course she won – she is her mother’s daughter. And running a race with a perfect bow – way to go Sarah!

JanieSeptember 24, 2011 - 12:47 pm

Oh my! I laughed my way through! Such a great story!

TanyaSeptember 24, 2011 - 7:06 pm

This is such an awesome post. What a wonderful thing and such a proud moment.

AllisonSeptember 25, 2011 - 7:21 am

Awesome post! And, can I just say, you are truly AMAZING that you captured all of it on film. I was panicked for you while reading. I even skipped to end at one point, just to make sure it all turned out okay. 🙂

Ellie A.September 25, 2011 - 9:48 am

Just complete AWESOMENESS! Love it. JUST LOVE IT! 🙂

Aunt LuSeptember 25, 2011 - 7:07 pm

OMG how I LOVE the way you tell a story. My cheeks are hurting from smiling!

Camily TeedSeptember 26, 2011 - 7:31 am

Aside from the amazing photography and your general wit, this is why I love your blog! Today I got to start my morning with a hearty laugh (out loud) reading this post! Congratulations on surviving the weekend with out losing someone’s child, while successfully racing in your slingbacks! Love it!

rachelzanaSeptember 26, 2011 - 8:16 am

I loved this whole entire story! I was laughing and laughing at my computer screen, because this is EXACTLY the kind of thing that would happen to me. And Yay for Sarah!

JenniferSeptember 26, 2011 - 3:48 pm

Imagine my surprise – and delight – to click on your runners link and find a picture of a nekkid man! Thanks!! 😉
Oh! And congrats to Sarah and good job B-Ro!!

Lorena MoraSeptember 26, 2011 - 4:55 pm

I was laughing so hard. I love how you tell a story. I had a similar experience when Mady ran a race at Disney and Tristan ran also but at separate times and I was going crazy trying to find Mady and you know how crowded Disney can get. Now I never go alone if both kids are in races just because the little ones go first then the older ones and it can get a little crazy.

I’m glad it all turned out ok and your house is not on the market, LOL.

Lorena MoraSeptember 26, 2011 - 4:56 pm

Ooops forgot to say, Congratulations Sarah and B-Ro!!!!

LaraSeptember 27, 2011 - 10:30 am

Whoo-hoo, Sarah! Now…she’s got the running and the swimming down…tell her that if she conquers that bike she can run a triathlon! Haha!

Elizabeth C.September 28, 2011 - 7:54 am

Such a cute story! You really have a way with words. Congrats to the kiddos on their hard work.

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