My Biggest Cheerleader
I came across this old company picnic photo today. Everyone probably remembers the sack race. I remember something different. Look behind me. There's little Caitlin with both arms in the air, cheering me on as if I were running an Olympic event instead of hopping across the grass in a burlap sack. She wasn't worried about whether I won. She just wanted me to know she believed in me. As parents, we spend so much time cheering for our children that we sometimes forget they were cheering for us, too. Looking at this picture now, I realize that some of life's greatest victories aren't crossing a finish line. They're discovering, years later, just how loved we were all along.