Every once in a while, my kids do things that truly amaze me.
Last week, my younger son experienced three big disappointments. The most difficult came on Saturday, when his cross country team lost a berth at the upcoming State meet by twelve points.
They had been working towards this goal since Freshman year. To add insult to injury, the team that displaced them was only recently added to the District. Last year, the scores they earned this weekend would have sent them to State with room to spare. It felt like the finish line got moved, literally.
After the race, my son and his teammates were visibly disappointed, and as a mom, it was heartbreaking to watch. That night some of them gathered at our house to eat pizza, watch movies and carve pumpkins. They joked and laughed and tried to put the day behind them.
Yesterday I had a chance to talk to T about the disappointment. He's sad, but he knows they all put forth their very best efforts. No one gave up, even once they knew the competition was over, and he feels consolation in that.
And then T moved on. While I was still moping and ruminating, he spent the day working on college applications, looking at scholarship opportunities, and being his usual goofy self. He's a little bruised and battered, but there's hope for the future, and he's looking forward.
Yep, sometimes they truly amaze me.