Today was Bear's last run.

Just shy of the finish line, he started to stop and said,"My back hurts!" I said,"So, come on! You can beat your mom, so RUN!"

We started running together, and he dusted me and then he got over the finish line. Mike snapped a picture.

I got up there and he triumphantly said,"Mom! I'm not last! I beat like 10 people!"

Nevermind that he was 146th of 157, that simply didn't matter a whit to him. He finished and he wasn't last and that was all that mattered to him.

I don't think you could have wiped the smile off that kid's face. He was so happy.

I'm just about the proudest mom in the entire universe, in case you were wondering. My motto is: "I don't give a crap how fast he is, as long as he finishes."