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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

some measure of pride

When your child is the slowest one on the football team in running laps and sprints, you are often the only one who has pride in him. When he is still a few pounds over the weight limit a few days before the first game and is sent to run laps, when those laps turn into 9 three quarter mile laps with nothing but the strength of his own will to push him on, suddenly the best two members of the team look at your child with a new level of respect. And that is really something to make a mom's heart warm.

I knew that stubbornness was good for something.



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