This past Monday Cuyler had his Special Athletes track meet.
The one I wrote about in March.
I had gotten over my initial reaction to his eligibility in participating and actually started to get excited.
We talked about it in the weeks and days leading up to it. We made plans for it. Eva had a sleepover Gramma’s and Cam was sent to a friends house so we could get an early start.
Sean took the day off work to attend.
We bought him some Gatorade and packed a cooler.
Sounds exciting, I know.
Except Cuyler wanted nothing to do with it. All he wanted was to be at school with his friends.
After more whining and groaning it was time for his 50m race.
Really – the ONLY rule is to stay in your own lane. That’s it. They can run, skip, hop, roll, flap the entire 50m – just STAY IN YOUR LANE.
Daddy reminded him of that as he was getting in his lane. That he was supposed to stay in.
His running is more like a combo of dancing and jogging.
After this event he was just done. Sean and I called it a day several hours before everyone else. He was not enjoying himself, did not want to be there and we were not going to make him stay and participate in events he had zero interest in.
His thoughts were with his classmates and teacher back at the school. So we got him back there.
There was a collective “Cuyler!” and a genuine look of gladness on their faces that he was rejoining them. They like my boy. A lot.
His teacher looked surprised to see us. I shrugged and shook my head.
One of the little girls asked if he had fun and he replied no. He did not.