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Living Vicariously Through My 3 year old

Some parents wait until their children are older until they try to live vicariously through their children, but I guess I get to start now . . .

Ever since I started running two things have happened: (1) My boys want to run with me and they want to run races and (2) After each race, my three year old's first question to me is "Mom, did you win?"

Since I just ran a race this past weekend, the boys have been focused on running. My oldest has been asking to run a race with me for a while and this weekend just renewed his energy to keep on asking. So I have been looking to find a 1 mile fun run that we can do together. While searching this week, I found a kids race that is not too far away. They have a Toddler Trot, a .5 K, 1 K and 2 K for the kids. J, my oldest wants to run in the 1K with my husband (parents can run with their kids), so I told K that I will run the toddler trot with him.

Now, since I told him about the race, all K says is "I'm going to run the race. Run fast. Run past all the kids and win!" I like his confidence. But, I try to tell him that it does not matter if you win or not, what matters is that you try your best.

Well, yesterday morning he added, "Mom, I am going to win the race for you!"

My heart melted! I guess he figures that since I cannot seem to win a race, he needs to take matters into his own hands!

I picked him up and gave him a huge hug!
And, I hope the little guy wins!

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  1. I hope he wins, but most importantly, I hope he has fun! Enjoy!
    ~K~

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  2. Awww, so sweet! We have an awesome track and field program in the summer near us. The kids can start when they are 3 years old and they learn about lots of field events and run relays and sprints. They love it, and so do we :)

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