September 08, 2009

From Where Did He Come?

Eleven years ago tomorrow, my third son was conceived. I know, TMI. Some of you are wondering why in the world I would know... but really, it's irrelevent.

I just know.

It was not planned. I have said often I thought we should name him Trojan, something my husband did not find in the least bit funny.

I remember when I realized the rabbit died, I was shocked. My husband was a bit horrified. We were planning on just two, but as I tell women with just two children, "Unless someone made it permanent, there can always be three..."

I had my children very close together, obviously not planned. I was tired already when realizing we were to have a third.

He is nothing like my other two.

He has always been my tiny tornado, the little man full of energy, a quick laugh, and lots of personality.

He has always been the child to push me to my limits, the one that is the least like me, the one who has made me think. I've said from the beginning, "He is here for a reason".

So right now we are torn. I have been told by his voice teacher that he should audition for voice. I was told by his drama teacher today he should audition for theater.

Both say he is talented. Both say he comes across so well.

And I am happy for him. Nervous he will have to choose. Auditions are in five months. He is working hard. He could blow it all, but it is what it is... he must just try hard.

He got none of this from me... he is a child I incubated only.

It is interesting.

Anyway... to see me finish my race, go HERE, and put in my bib number which was 20282.

Funny story, I was talking to VW and she informed me that there was a camera and she wanted to me to do something so she could recognize me. I told her I was wearing a white hat, sunglasses, purple shirt, and black shorts. I'd make a big V as I crossed.

I crossed, she didn't see me, my phone rang and she said, "Everyone was wearing a hat, sunglasses, and making a V..." Everyone was wearing black shorts too.

So we decided next race, I'm going to make a big C, as in YMCA. I'll look like a dope, but nobody else will be making a C. Easy to spot... heh.

BTW, the time on the clock is not my time. That's the gun time, the time the Kenyans took off. My race didn't start until nearly an hour later... I'm not Kenyan.

And I feel nearly 100% today. I'm walking without a problem, the blister is but a huge red ring, my hips are about as bendy as they get, considering I'm so tight, I'm about as bendy as a brick.

During the race, at the end when I was digging so deep, I kept thinking, "What was I thinking about doing another one of these Oct 3?"

Today I'm thinking, 'OK, for my next race on Oct 3rd..." I think it's like childbirth. You forget how bad it sucks...


Posted by Boudicca at September 8, 2009 09:37 PM
Comments

I love your youngest to pieces...interestingly, he is the one to whom I feel I can relate the most. When he laughs, it is like a supernova of energy occurring right in front of you.

Posted by: Erica at September 9, 2009 04:50 AM

Erica- I think that is a good description. There is something about him... a high energy warmth that people enjoy. I joke that he is like living with a small Jim Carrey, but I'm not sure how warm he is. Bones is big energy, an innocence, funny, and caring.

Posted by: bou at September 9, 2009 05:42 AM

Bones is fulla surprises. I have a feeling he will accomplish great things...

Posted by: Elisson at September 9, 2009 10:23 AM

LOL - I saw you, not clearly, but they do give the count down at the 5 second mark.

I think Elisson is right - Bones will do great things. All you have to do is stay sane getting him to adulthood... that might be the harder thing. *grin*

Posted by: Teresa at September 9, 2009 02:09 PM

Well, you may have felt like cr@p, but you looked great, Bou, crossing that finish line!! So glad you've pretty much fully recovered.
You were literally less than 10 seconds ahead of a few of my friends.
A half-marathon isn't the best venue to try to meet someone, but I would have liked to.
It's always cool to meet a fellow blogger for real :-)

Posted by: Mo K. at September 10, 2009 03:26 PM