It's hard to let them grow up sometimes

Originally, I had signed only Emma up for the Reno Rock n River kid run. 

The website was short on information and only listed the kid run as free, must pre-register, and 1 mile.

Now, in case you weren't aware, the boychild....he has very short legs. 

And I was sure he wouldn't make it a mile.

But then he demanded that he get his own exercise clothes.

And I didn't want him complaining to his therapist in 20 years that he was the neglected, didn't get to do anything child.

So, at the last minute, I signed him up too.

As this was only our second ever kid race I wasn't really sure what to expect.

It was chaos.

I left two kids and one husband at the start line and went to find  a place that I could properly spectate from.

Then the husband is there standing in front of me asking if I have the boy.

No he was with you.

And now he's not.

And then I was in full mom panic mode.

It was me at 4 years old, lost at the San Diego Zoo, all over again.  Only this time I was the mother and not the MIA child.

And then I found him.  He had found a warm, sunny park bench to sit on possibly scoping out a new family to attach himself to.

Then, the obligatory hug

and you scared the crap out of me

and don't you ever do that again!

I ran half a mile and all I got was a gift certificate for a gold fish.

(Actually, they both were pretty stoked about that)