Last night my youngest daughter had a 104 degree fever that resulted in an ER visit that didn't end until 1 am this morning. I woke up at 6 am to get her prescription filled. Needless to say, I'm one tired runner today....
But since the show most go on, my 9 year old - Katie (aka my shadow) and I went out after work so I could get in Tuesday's jog. Typically she rides her bike and I run. Interspersed in the silence are mini-conversations. A few snippets below:
K (Katie): Mom, you know what I want to be for Halloween?
Me: No, what?
K: Grapes, you know why?
K: Because my big toe looks like a big purple grape.
K: Mom, what should my style be next year
K: What's that?
Me: Being clean (give a running mom a break, I wasn't prepared to digress on preppy style)
K: No, what else?
K: No that's too tight and sweaty. I'm just gonna wear teeshirts and jeans
K: Chandler said that Angel and I were holding hands
Me: I hope you were holding hands
K: What!??! Dude no, I'm not going to have a boyfriend until last year of middle school
K: or maybe not until Highschool
Me: Wise girl
K: Mom, what should I go to college for?
Me: To be a lawyer (which a current friend of mine would say is one of the worst professions to pick, but I still find the profession honorable...if you lived in a society where only the strong won, what would that mean for the weak? and what would that say about society?)
Me: You love to argue.
By the last leg of the 3 miles today, I realized as we were running East, with the sun setting in the West, that I was running in my daughter's shadow. And I smiled.