Here’s the thing – she’s gone beyond me. I’ve never run that far in my life. I’ve hiked far greater distances than that, ridden a bike up mountain canyons, and loved the back-and-forth rhythm of the lanes at the pool, but running? Not my scene (even back before I grew four small humans and still had a pelvic floor to speak of). Running a mile on two separate occasions for freshman PE is the peak of my running career.
This is not the first time my daughter’s skills have surpassed my own (no question that she became a better seamstress the first time she sat down in front of a sewing machine), but it is her first milestone that I will probably never complete. She’s moving forward and accomplishing things that are beyond me, and moving through social worlds that are far different than the ones I grew up in (hello, technology).
And it is good. It is what I have raised her to do. I want her to feel confident in who she is and what she loves. I want her to have the strength to stand without me, since there are so many places in her life where I won’t (and shouldn’t) be. I want her to find her own path and calling.
But it never occurred to me that I’d need to find her a running buddy to get there, you know?