Next Sunday, I’m running in the Mercedes-Benz 10K and I’m looking forward to it. I ran it last year, in its inaugural year, and finished respectably despite my lack of training. Since it is my hometown, and we only have a few races each year, I just had to go back again. And, of course, I’m bringing the boys (even Daddy is ready to get up for another early morning event) and have registered them for the kids’ runs.
But last week, my oldest was told that the youth choir is singing at church on the same morning. Now he had been looking forward to the run but, of course, he would rather go to sing than watch his mom run. So, we’ve made arrangements for Number 1 to go to Church with a friend while Daddy, Number 2 and I head downtown for our races.
Do I understand? Yes.
And, as a friend said, “Let me get this straight. You’re upset because your son wants to go to Church?”
Every cloud has a silver lining.