TRMom and Dad can both run 20 yards in one second flat. You might not think we were so swift judging by our physiques/ interest in running. Yet there we are, challenging the Flash to a footrace.
Bluey’s snoozing in bed, late into the night, and he starts crying out: “Daddy! Mommy!”
We don’t know what’s the matter, but we know we’re needed.
Trust us, the high school track coach never saw us move that fast.
Is he sick? Is it a bad dream? We’ll probably never know, he usually can’t tell us what happened. But Bluey knows that when he calls, we come running. We are there for him- unapologetically there for him- whenever he needs us.
And should your kiddo jump into the deep end of the pool while you are standing in the shallows, you’ll find yourself putting Michael Phelps to shame as you race across the water.
We’re all capable of amazing things when called upon.